" Absolutely" chimed in Dave. "I'm dying to hear this as well!" Oh yeah. Sassy's done a table or two dance in her day. Go ahead hon... tell 'em about ...the Bistro in Emerald Isle'. The needling continued."He's so full of shit." I countered to Nancy. I was feeling too embarrassed to meet Dave's gaze."Oh you remember. The Bistro by the Bay Restaurant. Emerald Isle. Sam, the old guy, your boyfriend." He kept on. "You guys didn't know that my Sassy used to date an old sixty something rich guy when. The woman that stared back at her smiled. “Betsy, when you’ve got it, you’ve most definitely got it,” she whispered to herself. Her five foot eight inch form was encased, at least partially, in black leather that hugged her curves like a second skin. The pants were a mesh weave below her crotch, showing plenty of her freshly shaved legs. The leather halter was almost more of a thick bra, coming down to just under the swell of her breasts. Her arms were encased, up to the elbows, in black suede.. Or soshe said! A similar subdued palette went on the lips and cheeks too. Iwas not allowed to see her progress.Then she had me get dressed. She started with a pair of pantyhose andthen had me add the girdle. Never having worn a girdle, it was a definitesurprise. Tight, almost uncomfortable in some ways yet at the same timeone could say it was comforting and secure. Having false breasts adheredto one's chest is certainly a different feeling. I couldn't help butbounce up and down and watch. Sadly. Her ribbed top would be the first to go, followed VERY quickly by her short skirt that barely covered any of her gorgeous legs. My pants fell as I rushed into the living room, exposing my choice that day to work commando. Waddling quickly at her caused my rigid rod to waddle out of phase while still pointing at her. She turned haltingly toward me, but too late ... I nearly tackled her off her seat and sent her cup flying. Off balance and trying to speak gave me the seconds I needed to yank her.