"John's eyes lit up and he sat up straight in bed."Anything." He said. 'I'll do anything that you want."OK." I answered. "I want you to wear these to ...work under your work clothes." I said, holding up the stockings, suspenders and panties."Women's clothes?" He said."Call them what you want." I said. "But I can't see you carrying on with anyone if you are wearing women's underwear?" OK. So you want me to wear these things under my suit today?" John said."Yes." I said. "And the next day and the. It is the thrill of not knowing and anticipation that arouses me. A nymphomaniac? Not at all. You are a gorgeous slut. My slut. You used your pierced tongue to lick my ears and neck while you dug your nails along my sides and waist making my bleed slightly. You whispered in my ear, “I own your cunt slut.” My heart pounded as you used your tongue to circle my breasts. Then, you used ice cubes to trace the shape of my body. Slowly follow every curve and inch. The heat of my body caused the ice. .oh....I’m sorry....Lanie...” I said between breaths.“It’s fine”, she said, standing up and walking to the near by kitchen to grab a towel, “I love the smell of your cum”That comment made me hard again, but I figured I would see if she wanted to go at it again before I pushed any thing else on her, so I pulled my shorts and boxers back on, and walked over to the kitchen. Lanie was taking a dishtowel out of the cupboard, and I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed. “ I was waiting for you to say that” my cock grew harder I think past its normal length. As I leaned over to kiss her, look what the cat dragged in, Jane bursting into the living room to see if a taxi had dropped off someone, my flat’s window faced road in front of my building, I saw two girls and a guy getting out of a taxi, apparently while Frank and Jane was in the room, some friends of Jane called to see what she was up too, and they decided to come over to end their night in my house, I.