She was his Senior Mistress, eager to learn what benefits accrued from her new responsibilities. First she had to shower and wash so her husband could... not smell her reeking of sex. To him, she was just a wife grateful for the meagre boring sex he gave her once a week if she was lucky. Never saying no, always making him cum, never complaining about being unfulfilled.After her shower, she put on a tight dress emphasising her tits and showing some thigh. She was goading her husband, challenging. Of course the bed. It's dark under there, he might not see me-Renee scrambled to the floor, wincing as she landed.-don't be a fool, part of her objected, but the panic didn't hear it--Yes. Maybe he- he'll be too tired to force you out-She crouched down and began to crawl.-and he'll get pissed and just command you, dumbass-The door opened with a familiar click. For a brief moment, she froze, half under- like a rabbit that knows, no matter what it does, it is going to be killed.-No!. Grabbinghis penis, she quickly slid a vivid yellow satin rubber lined sheath upthe shaft. Taking the equally vivid yellow satin ribbons tied it securelyaround his balls and waist. He watched in continued horror as she gatheredhis clothing and dressed him.Bright yellow panty girdle with diamond satin insert and a pair ofmatching bridal satin pantaloons with four tiers of bright white florallace around the legs was first. The satin pantaloons made an unnervingloud swishing sound whenever he. He turned then to face her, his cock swinging as he did so. He ran his hands over his face and looked up. “Fuck! You shouldn’t be in here!”.Clara looked him up and down “Oh sorry I must have gotten lost! But hey I did say I’d come looking for you!” with this she turned her head in a playful teasing way.”Erm well you can’t be in here no girls are allowed in here, coach said so!”.Clara bit her lip “Huh you don’t want to get me in trouble with the coach do you?! Shit. I’d do anything to make sure.