Her hands slid down one leg, her fingernails painted amatching plum red to her lipstick, and adjusted her stocking; pulling thesleek nylon taught on h...er shapely leg and momentarily disappearing underthe hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. Thepredator shuddered. His eyes continued down her leg and lingered on theblack, patent leather, open toe high-heels and he caught a glimpse of herpainted toenails on display, encased in the gossamer of her sheer stocking,as she. Moving them aside, she pushed two long fingers inside me and began to finger me hard. I moaned out in pleasure. It felt so amazing, much more amazing than with any man before. I felt myself about to cum, and I begged her to stop, but she shot me her naughtiest smile and told me to open my legs wider. I did as I was told and she kneeled between my legs, ripped off my knickers and hers, and began kissing my stomach, moving further and further down until her warm breath was on my clit. With her. “You already have other women waiting in the wings, don’t you?” he accused.From the look of perfect innocence on his wife’s face, he knew he had nailed it. “The General and I are going to have a little talk,” he grimly said.“The General and you are not going to talk,” she said just as grimly. Turning, she straddled his legs to better look him face to face. “He only did what I asked, after I explained everything to him. Jeff, darnit, please listen to me,” she practically begged as she gently. "You want me to be pretty again?" I smiled, handing her the paper."You know it."The next night I was wearing a shear silk shirt and leather pants I'dborrowed from my room mate Rebeka. Underneath I was top to bottom in satinbra and panties. I wore the boots again because they seemed like such a hitlast time. When the doorbell rang I jumped off the couch and opened thedoor instantly."Hiya," Kathy stood in the doorway, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail.She was wearing jeans and a sweater..