I'm so glad I'm a swinger.. lol we usually just chat as friends. Tonight , when hes about to get out of my car, I lean over to kiss him goodbye . He ...gives me one short kiss an comes directly back for another one. It's game on ! He's sticking his tongue in my mouth kissing me passionatly . I push myself up in the driver's seat an am now giving back to him what he's giving me in force. I stick my hand between his legs of his dress pants an start rubbing his cock. My nipples became so sensitive. Not only was she not letting me near her except to play her increasingly tedious slavery games, but she was even more insistent I keep her fully satiated. It was awful, though she already had me on a tight schedule, she got worse. She got possessive to the point of obsession. We stopped going to the tavern, soon nights out at any restaurant became an ordeal. I was becoming increasingly afraid even to notice a passing waitress. If I looked at another woman I got the third degree, “why are you. You'll know for sure when that call comes in."Another pause, but this one a little shorter. "OK, Nick, if ... when the phone rings, what do you want me to say? What kind of terms are you looking for?" Anything," I said. "Take whatever they offer. No negotiating, no dickering, just yessir, yessir, three bags full. This one isn't about the money; I'll do it for free if I have to. Shit, I'll pay them." I gave it an instant's thought. "For more than one reason." Nick—" he started warningly."Do it,. " My pleasure," she said. "Frankie, let's go and let Julie get dressed."Why?" asked Frankie."Because it's respectful," she said.They left and I put on the bra first, then the black lace bra with the crimson rose. Then the charcoal colored stockings.I always loved putting on stockings, rolling them up over my knee to hug my thigh. These were especially sexy, with black seams running up the back. But the hot pink lace tops of these black stockings had no elastic bands. I realized why I needed the.