Well, I had a big laugh when she brought out the clothing she hadbought for me. The first thing was a thong!It was black satin and matched the corset ...I was still wearing. Janehad been right. The corset had improved my posture and every time Ithought about eating, I hesitated as to whether I really needed thatsnack or that dessert. I knew with her help I could loose some of thatfat from my body.But a thong? I put it on to be a good sport, but it was tight anduncomfortable. I told her that it was. Desperately trying to shrink away to nothing as his stuff trickled out of me across my thigh, trying to ignore his hand gripping my breast – small and sensitive. It shouldn't be like this. I would not endure this any longer than I had to...Born Jennifer Warne, I was Jenny from an early age, and somewhere around adolescence insisted on spelling my name with an 'i'. My father died when I was only six months old; he had his front tyre burst while riding his Triumph Bonneville much too fast on the. Through the sexual haze I wondered about his comment. My eyes were actually quite an ordinary crap brown; nobody ever complimented them.Thinking that I wanted to see more of whatshisname as he fucked me, Gabrielle slipped to the side and knelt beside me. Her fingers moved down to my clit and massaged it, sending shivers up my spine. Uh! Oh God!Her boyfriend, seeing all of me spread before him, thrust even harder inside me. Each bump of his pelvis on her fingers reverberated into my clit and. He’s got an apartment upstairs, but it’s more like he lives in that booth. That’s what happens every night”Bill asked “What’s his secret? He looks totally plain and is dressed like a slob. Is he paying you to slip drugs into the ladies drinks or something?”Harry laughed and shook his head. “I haven’t a clue. He never approaches anyone. He never buys anyone a drink. All he does, all night long, is sit in the booth licking his eyebrows.”bobw40 ‎ contributions, with thanksAn Old Pilot’s Wisdom....