I do as I am told, and lay down naked to take a nap. I am wakened when he opens the door. He comes over and puts a blindfold on me and tells me that h...e needs to get me ready for the nights entertainment. I feel scarves being tied around my wrists and ankles. My pussy starts getting wet immediately. A pillow is put under by ass, I am sure for better access. Soon, a dildo is shoved in my pussy. I am told to keep it there, or else. Soon I hear a knock on the door, and then many voices as the door. Just the right sort of neckline todisplay a chunky necklace or even a choker.But the thing that hit me the most about wearing this outfit was that itmore or less completely covered me up from shoulders to ankles, butdisplayed me in a way that I had never been displayed before. And there wereno pockets, and I couldn't reach my hands into the pants. What I felt wasakin to a loss of control, a mild panic. "Don't worry, you'll get used tothe jumpsuit, my little back-zipped bitch," she had said. . She wasn't beautiful, but yet she was. She had dishwater blond hair cut short. A pixie face with a cute upturned nose. Not really tall, maybe 5'6", slender but curvy, probably a little underweight for her height. She had a white blouse with a black skirt. The blouse was my favorite type, you know, kinda off the shoulder with elastic around the top, I guess what you would call a scoop neck. It was my favorite because even leaning over to pick up a drink lets you know the color of her bra.She was. Of course none of us at that time knew that Depika was seriously involved with him since she was flirting with just about everyone at the firm. The fact that he was married didn’t let anyone get suspicious either. I always took it as if he was just another married man trying to act like a playboy before going home and facing the reality of an overweight wife and changing the diapers of kids. It might have remained a secret if it wasn’t for the fact that one day the shit really did hit the fan..