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I realise he was standing in front of me, smiling as he followed my line of vision.
    “Don’t worry, Amy, I’ll pull those tapes when we leave. Provided you continue to behave, that is.”
    I knew my shock showed in my eyes and I swallowed nervously before focusing on the hanger he held out to me.
    The thin, gossamer baby doll nightie and matching see-through brief was something only worn for one reason. To entice your partner into bed with the expectation it wouldn’t stay on for long.
    He sat in the chair I’d just vacated and pointed to the items he had just handed to me.
    “Put them on.”
    I licked my lips and nodded, the words wouldn’t come. This was now the moment of truth, when Mister Chisholm would see me naked for the first time, and then dressed in a real fuck me outfit. I wasn’t sure which was worse, or for that matter as my pussy throbbed, best.
    * * * *
    For the first time I could see she was frozen, her emotions warring within her body. Part of her desperately wanted to continue, part of her just as obviously wanted to run away as fast as possible. Of course the presence of her purse, keys, money and phone and not least her clothes in my locked office prevented flight but she was thinking with her emotions not her rational mind at this moment.
    The warring factions within her mind subsided and she nodded her head in final acquiescence and laid the hanger on the counter top behind her. I’d wondered if she would strive for some final tiny element of decorum by turning away and doing one half of the outfit before the other and then turning to face me but I was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t. She had this endearing habit of licking her lips when she was nervous and she was doing it now. I crossed my arms to feign impatience although in reality I was enjoying this part of the seduction.
    My impatience, faked as it was, communicated itself to her and she moved again. Her hands rose from her sides to a position behind the small of her back. A second later the fabric of the bra cups went noticeably slack as she undid the hook and eye at the back. Her hands moved back around in front of her and then up to her shoulders, the movement mashing her breasts together delightfully.
    I was already hard from the earlier activities but now I hardened even more as she wrestled the shoulder straps down her arms while trying to hold the cups in place with her elbows. Finally the straps were down and she only had to drop her hands to bare her breasts to me. For Amy this was the moment of truth, after this everything would become easier. For now the thought of baring her breasts to me, a stranger, well, not her husband anyway, brought out all the warring emotions again.
    “We haven’t got all day, Amy. I intend to fuck you more than once!”
    My words cut into her like a knife, her reaction was instantaneous. Her arms dropped to her sides, the bra falling limply from her hands, her magnificent breasts bared to my gaze. Her chest heaved as she gulped in air, her own arousal evident from the panting as well as the visual cue of her elongated hard nubs that were her nipples.
    “Do you want me to come over there and pinch and bite them, Amy?”
    The sardonic tone was deliberate, masking my own up-swelling desire to do just that. She moaned softly, obviously tormented by the desire for me to do precisely what I said. Her fingers moved slightly, snagging the thin elastic waistband of the panties. She moved her hands down an inch and froze again. Her breasts jiggled slightly from the motion. I looked at her sternly, nodding my head for her to continue. After a further hesitation she did so, no coyness to her movements as she slid the panties onto her thighs and then down over her stocking clad legs to land in a ring on top of her shoes. She straightened up, with an obvious effort forcing her hands to stay to the sides, not attempting to shield her vulnerable crotch from my eyes. Her sparse blonde hair was trimmed to a