Jeff was already hard and could feel himself getting harder. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed everythin...g down to his ankles and started jerking himself off. The woman continued to press down and rub her pussy against his leg as the guy pushed her down even harder and increased the speed at which he was moving her pelvis forward and back against his thigh. He was moving her so fast that the movement of her body below her waist became a blur.Jeff. But it was pleasant and smart to wear, it swirled around my smooth legs ina distracting manner and nobody batted an eyelid. After all, I was just awoman wearing a skirt at work. Loads of the women I saw that morning werewearing skirts like it was the most ordinary thing in the world because itwas one of the most ordinary things in their worlds.By the time lunchtime came and Olivia actually noticed, I had almostforgotten the whole thing. She was back in jeans and tennis shoes afterher trip to. So strange indeed was the appearance of the whole room that I asked its history, and was informed that the house had been built as a private lunatic asylum at the time when the now unfashionable square in which it stood was one of the centres of fashion, and that this was the old 'mad-room' in which violent patients were confined, the bolts, rings and pulleys being used to restrain them when very violent, while the padding and the double doors made the room absolutely soundproof and prevented. She seemed quite happy when she came in."Did you have a good shopping trip?" I asked."Yes, a very good trip, my Bill," she answered with a little smile. It wasn't until later that Suenee showed me the presents she had gotten for herself and me. She did show me the new clothes she had gotten and the shoes and a pair of boots. She really looked good in the clothes even with her large belly.It was when we got back to the room, after dinner and a movie, that Suenee brought out the thick gold chain.