"It feels okay," she said. "It might be a little tight, though." It's supposed to be tight," I said."But if the ankle keeps swelling, it might get too... tight," she countered.Something in her voice penetrated into my brain and suggested she wasn't actually too worried about the possibility. And if that was true, then what motive could she have to put that fear forward? Another part of my mind sidled up and whispered, "She wants to show it to you again, you idiot." Do you want me to rewrap it?" I. I did, as if I was in some form of trance or under theinfluence of some sort of drug. He turned me round and unzipped the dressand I took it off, then in the corset and stockings and still wearing theshoes, he laid me on the bed and began making love to me.The activity seemed to go on much of the night and I know I gave himfellatio, he used my backside, replacing the plug after he had depositedhis sperm in it and finally he used the artificial vagina. To my greatshame, I also ejaculated with. Mary didn’t close the door, so I could easily hear her urinating. She flushed, but didn’t come out. I heard her begin to breathe heavily after a moment, and she began softly moaning. I angled my head so I could see into the bathroom. She had her sweats and panties around her ankles, and she was rubbing her breasts with her left hand. Her right hand was in her crotch. I immediately closed my eyes. I respected her too much to watch. Not that I didn’t want to. She moaned a bit louder. A few. My stomach churned and I thought I might be sick but then Isimply continued into the wash room and deposited my clothes in thehamper.It seemed it was getting harder to think. My shock and dismay seemed tobe ebbing away along with my questions and concerns about what washappening. As I neared my spot on the living room carpet I felt almostblissful. I reached the spot; as close to where I had been standing as Icould. I turned to face in the same direction I had been and thensuddenly Heather was.