He flexed his thighs, his bis and his tris, even taking a moment to appreciate the way his black boxer-briefs hugged his glutes before turning around ...and admiring the bulge that stood before him. A proud, thick-looking package that his jeans would nicely shape when he pulled them on in a minute. Sure he had stuffed a pair of tube socks down there to achieve that effect but that was his little secret. Well, one of his little secrets.Bart reached down the front of his boxers to adjust slightly. "'You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't you?" No, no," she protested, feeling as if her brain were reeling. Had she heard him correctly? Yes, yes, of course she had. How dare he talk to her like that. Had he taken leave of his senses? Or was it just that he was a promiscuous scoundrel, like she thought. Yet her cunt ached for him, for any cock, and she felt she desperately needed him to fuck that ache. Sheexcitedly explained that Doc had become such an expert on the way thatbrains worked that he had even revived the brains of deceased animals,and used them as controlling devices for his machinery. She showed themhow the shaft of a water wheel from outside powered a set of pulleys toturn the ceiling fans in his laboratory, and then how he had connect thecontrol box to another box in which a mouse's brain was kept alive andhow the mouse's muscles that used to control its body were now. I had read many times that the preparation and anticipation meant more than the actual act. I had decided to get it tight this time. I had an opportunity to be alone for a whole weekend, perfect. My plan was in motion, but I needed to do some shopping so I would feel as feminine as I could . I went out to Burlington Coat factory and I was able to find a very nice black corset and also a black skirt. On this day I got lucky also in their shoe department as I discovered a single pair of 4” black.