Oncethey were on they were not going to be coming off without the key. Thestockings were barely black with a seem and there was a bright pinksuspender... belt. the bra and knickers were black and the 38d breast formswere waiting to go inside. The skirt was white, almost see through and Irealised it would show through my panties and suspenders. It was barelylong enough to cover the stocking tops. There was a choice of tops, a whiteblouse with frills and lace all over or a pink t-shirt with writing. That's a good boy. Now stay like that while I use these onyou, all over your body."With a naughty wink she started at his face and took her time lightlytouching his forehead, cheeks and chin, before spending extra minutesteasing his ears. He squirmed and moaned at those beloved sensations.But now there would be no erection, no opportunity to slip away later andrelieve himself with masturbation. Already he could feel pressurebuilding up in his balls. He whimpered as the maid worked her way. )I’ll tell you a little more of my mom so you know why I have those loving thoughts of our time together.We were Florida farmers or if you were in Texas we would have been ranchers. Our farm had acreage that was used for strawberries and then when all the berries were gone, the fields and rows were replanted with broccoli and tomatoes.That was just the big rotating garden plots that we sold the produce to the big grocery companies. This area covered about a hundred acres. If we thought we could. Married, No.These guys were in for paybacks. I thought of the 'one percenter's' that I had ridden with in my Harley days. “Paybacks are a bitch.” That was my buddy who was nicknamed 'Lately' by others for his habitual tardiness. He had a crude but honest philosophy.If you are going to fuck some dude's wife, be prepared for the consequences. “Paybacks are a bitch.”In football and war, there is a philosophy: Play to your own strengths. They were both bigger than me. And there were two of them..