My heavy breathing and moaning really got Robert going. “You are so sexy”, Roberts voice deep and low. I urged him on I love being talked dirty to.... “Call me names, please treat me like your fucking slut”, I cupped my tits and began pulling my nipples. Roberts hand reached for my clit and sent a shock through my body. “Ride my cock bitch make me fuckin cum”, I suspected hubby had given Robert that advice to during the chat session.Leaning forward bracing myself on the bed I slammed myself down. Their room was like any boys’ room, maybe a bit cleaner, because they had weekly check ups, otherwise normal. Junk food, dirty clothes, on the shelf packs of cigarettes and condoms and three beds, unfortunately the top bunk Andrew’s.After looking around I turned back to Andrew, who turned on only the small light on the desk. Pulling me to him by my waist, he kissed me again, our tongues fighting. I’ve been told before I’m an amazing kisser. His hands going up and down my sides made me moan into. You putthe corset on first, then tighten it as much as you can before reachingbehind to do up the laces. You pull on the mini-skirt and examine yourreflection.Pleased by what you see there, you then search for appropriatefootwear. You find a pair of high heeled platform shoes with five-inchstiletto heels. You pick them up and return to the full length mirroron the back of your wardrobe door.You stand in front of it and put them on. You gasp at the sight ofthem, and feel the blood rush to your. I guess I'm doing okay. I'm nervous," I said."Yeah, well, so am I," she said."You don't look it. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were here for a sore throat or something trivial like that."She just laughed quietly and smiled. "Or a sore pussy." Geez, keep your voice down. Besides, that's as much Ann's fault as mine." Well, yes, that's true. Anyway, what I really meant is, are you feeling any better?" About us, you mean?" Yeah, exactly." Sure, I feel better. I mean, you and I have pretty.