But the progress seemed to encourage her: she was three pages closer to her goal. So softly that I could barely hear her, she told me to carry on. So ...I did. I pushed deeper into the tight little hole and felt myself enclosed by tight warm flesh. She grunted again but her body was not so tense. We made it to about three inches and I stopped once more. Pages four and five I announced. Again she flicked the page over to a new double spread, but didnt even glance at it. Then she settled back into. “Why not?” Jamie asked.“What if someone finds out?” I asked.“No one's going to find out,” she insisted. “You're sure as hell not going to tell, and I certainly won't. Are you going to say anything, Kiersten?”“Me? No! Never! After all, it was my idea,” Kiersten said.“I don't know,...” I began.“Why not?” Jamie repeated. “I know you think Kiersten's attractive. I saw how you were looking at her today.”“It's not that,” I said.“Kiersten, come over here,” my daughter said.Kiersten got out of. She put the lattergarment on the table and brought the other over to me."This is a corset, dear, designed to improve your figure. It iselasticated, and when on very firm, so at first you might find itrestricting. You will get used to it, but when you come next week, Iwill fit one that is a better fit for you. Now rest your arm on myshoulder, and step into it, one leg at a time."I did as she said, and carefully guided my heels into the narrowgarment. Once both legs were in, I realised that it. Of course I enjoyed it, but it left me thinking of the Carole King song. Is that all there is?”I felt like I might be the clown she had conjured up. Seriously I felt like I had been used first for information, and then as her breathing vibrator. Yes it was a shared experience, but I still felt cheap and used. I laughed at that thought. Men don’t mind being used, I reminded myself.Of course the married Eve didn’t spend the night. After she left, I fell into a deep sleep. I was truly exhausted. I.