My bra is loosened now, and so is your mental block. You want me and I want you and we both know it. With a single swipe you brush my bra off, teasing... me your fingers trace the outlines of my perfect breasts. I want you to lick me, but your taunting fingers only lengthen my need. More and more the tension builds, my nipples rise as I can feel your breath approaching. You run your chin just over my breasts approaching my perky pink nipples I believe you are about to do it. But not a moment. And then he was gone … a quick good-bye, a simple reminder of what I was and the deadly kiss of love that I had killed with my insecurities. I kept waiting for him to end my punishment and to return to me, yank me by my hair, punish me and chain me to the foot of his couch. But it never came. My wishful thinking turned to despair when I realized that it was over, that he had indeed kept his promise and would not be contacting me again. I was released. I was nothing. My whole existence, my. I toweled off andwrapped the towel around my waist. Sarah called me into her bedroom.Laid out on the bed were a pair of silk black panties with pink bows, aBlack Bra and a new package of "suntan" colored pantyhose. At first Istart to protest and am reminded of the video of my infidelity.I ask why she wants me to do this. She tells me that I have the perfectfeminine features to pull this off and the right body to look like awoman.She tells me that her private investigator came home with. Joe would still be working away tomorrow, so again he couldn’t come with her. When she told Chris this was the case, he said “No worries, I’ll be here to watch over you again, if that’s OK.” It was OK, she felt fine having Chris as her “chaperon.” She left her bag at the studio, and headed home.The alarm clock woke her with a start. Sukky showered, enjoying the powerful shower as it caressed her body. Then after a light breakfast, with her make up bag, tucked under her arm, she headed into.