”They both studied the handcuffs which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanism and on the tightest setting. They both knew that... there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.“I’m sorry.” he told her.The cuffs weren’t painful now he wasn’t laying down on top of them but it meant that she could no longer rotate her wrists around in them.“You fucking stupid idiot!” she said, pulling on the cuffs.“I'm sorry.” he replied. “I'll have to cut them off.”She couldn’t. So this is where I am now sitting in my bedroom with my wife's wedding dress on and wondering what she has in store for me. As I sit and wait I start to enjoy what I am dressed in. I feel the way the satin dress rubs on my nylon covered legs. The way the satin bra rubs on my sensitive nipples. The way my cock feels in my sexy tight satin panties. Wow my head started to spin as I stated to feel more and more feminine. I now knew that I was at the point of no return. I was so turned on sexually. She emitted soft moans of satisfaction as I made my way further down south, soon going from her tittie to her clittie. My delicate tongue strokes had her writhing as I teased her moistening womanhood. I brought her to climax with my tongue and then flipped her over on her stomach with her butt high in the air to take her from behind. From this position I could just see out my bedroom window into the window below. My blonde friend was now on the bed wearing nothing but a T-shirt. It was dark in. "Do you think he'll like this one Momma?" she asked Sophie and I."Very well you earned the extra discount, Mistress???" the sales ladyhesitated hoping for a name."Erika, with a K. Mistress Erika," she giggled as she handed her bankcard to the woman before turning to follow her back to the dressing room.She was back in too short a time to have changed so I knew she had justput on her skirt and top over the outfit."Here you go, compliments of the house," the sales lady handed her ariding crop.As.