She removed the gag from my mouth and asked if I needed to get out of the straightjacket. I was pretty aroused already and told her that she could let... me out whenever she liked. She smiled at this answer and led me into her private study. We discussed what had happened in the scene, and she answered all of the questions I could come up with and some that she knew I forgot to ask. Feeling pretty comfortable with my new found knowledge, I even agreed to go through a scene with her to test. We stood for few moments enjoying the afterglow and then laughed and got some tissues to clean ourselves ,and the room ,up. “That was short but sweet” I said. ”Never mind we’ve got a long afternoon ahead” he replied. We sat naked alongside each other and just chatted about nothing in particular. After another coffee Steve said he’d brought a few DVDs along. “Perhaps they might give us a few ideas” he grinned. “Good idea” I replied. ”Any preferences?” he asked.” “No. You chose” The DVD started. Leastwise, not so soon after having moved in. Cissy snatched some letters and a copy of the New York Times out of the mail box, slammed shut its lid, and continued her stride up the front walk. She concentrated her gaze on the newspaper photograph of President Truman shaking hands with one of Uncle Joe Stalin's comrades. She was glad that at least some things were still normal.When Cissy and her husband, Ken, moved into the house not that many months ago, she was naturally nervous. It wasn't. So we decided that we would go out Friday night to let off some steam. All week we had been sexting each other. So by the time Friday came round we were both hyper horny. While getting ready C asks what should she wear. And pulls out this really short skirt. And a thin black see through top.Instant hard in from me gives her the green light. Ones she is ready she comes down stairs, 6 inch heels holding her high. And the skirt seemed more like a belt. She spins in the spot and says what do you.