She knew if it came out, she’d probably lose everything—her life would be in ruins—as he’d said in his letter. She thought about the repercuss...ions of her behaviour, even to the point that she thought of the possibility of going to prison, of becoming some dyke’s bitch, the thought of being raped by prison guards in the shower making her shudder. Her husband of twenty years was leaving her, leaving her and her son, for something she’d done, something she’d willingly chosen to do—to seduce her. The nylon of the underwear was that expensive really luxurious type, itwas like wearing a cool fluid, liquid silk, heavenly. All this wasfollowed by a pair of 3" black patent stilettos and of course a blondewig.When the jacket was done up you could see the top of the slip. I have tosay, looking at myself in the mirror I looked quite sexy and at that mycock started to try and get stiff."I'm not happy with that chastity device, it can make a bulge in yourskirt and spoil the effect, I think I. She laughed and smiledas she undressed down to a leather collar.I admired her body and especially her lovely bottom."Don't get too many thoughts about her," Tiffany said in my ear."Remember, You're mine."So here I was. In the same room with three beautiful women. Tiffany wasdressed in all black leather. Patent leather boots with three-inchheels, a black g-string, and a black leather bustier. She had on longblack gloves and a whip in her hand.The scene was simple. I walk in on Tiffany subjecting. "You still have the note?" Jan asked."And the brick?" Peter asked with a bit confusion."Yeah, I figured maybe we could match the handwriting," replied Alex."Okay good idea," said Peter. "But why do you still have the brick?" Just in case I need it," replied Alex holding the brick studying it."You know to throw it in the window of the kid who threw it through ourwindow."Peter and Jan began to laugh. "And we can attach a note saying 'youforgot your brick,'" Alex went on."As good of an idea that.