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?Do you think he?ll like my boobs better in a pushup bra or braless and just showing off some cleavage?? Sylva asked me.?You?ve known him longer than me,? I responded. ?What kinds of women turn his head???All kinds, I guess. He?s more into the person than the body. I asked once, um before you, what he likes the best. He just said, ?enthusiasm?. ?With neither of us able to reach a decision, we tried her outfit both ways and decided that braless looked better. The garment lines of the bra ruined the contours of her maroon spandex superhero bodysuit. My outfit consisted of a slit skirt and white blouse, with heels that were treacherously high. I?m a tomboy at heart, so stiletto heels and I don?t play well together.Beneath my sexy but conservative ?mild-mannered girlfriend? costume, I wore a black lace shelf bra, matching garter belt and stockings, and my Agent Provocateur thong panties, a gift from him. Of course, the panties would be over the garters for easy removal.Sylva?s spandex costume was far too tight for any underwear whatsoever. When she turned around in front of me to show it off, her pussy lips could plainly be seen. Her round behind was merely spray-painted with the shiny material.?Nice camel-toe!? I teased.Sylva, a costumer, completed her ensemble with a stick-on superhero mask. She ?distressed? my damsel in distress outfit by giving it strategic tears, using makeup and paints to give it a dirty and tattered look. We completed my getup with large, green plastic librarian glasses.?Perfect!? Sylva exclaimed as she hunched over a large wooden chest filled with a varied array of props and accessories. She ruined the view I had of her spandex-clad ass by standing upright. She held up a costume utility belt with a stylized buckle and holster and a pink-painted toy ray gun.?Are you sure he?ll fuck me?? she asked as she produced a black half-cape from the box and tried it on.?He will,? I promised. ?Besides, I?ll be bound, helpless. He won?t be able to resist you!?Looking sad, she said, ?When we all slept together, he never laid a hand on me. I don?t think he?s into me.??He is,? I consoled. Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.viviescort.com/) ?He admitted that you make his blood boil. Don?t worry, you?ll blow his mind.??And his cock, too!? she laughed.It was his fault! Yes, I know that I constantly cast blame outside of myself; this time it was true. It was his fault.He had a job, out of state, and had left late Monday night. We kept in touch via telephone and messaging. Our nights were spent reading erotica to each other, which is a slightly more romantic and cerebral version of phone sex. He had promised me that he?d always be thinking about me.To prove his point he had ten-dozen carnations delivered to work on Tuesday afternoon. The card read, ?One flower for every time I?ve thought of you this hour.? I was blown away and would?ve thoroughly soaked my panties, had I been wearing any.I was ecstatic! Nobody could ever top such a romantic and grandiose gesture. He did.The following afternoon a very embarrassed courier arrived wearing a gray trench coat and carrying a vintage boom box. He was dressed like John Cusack from the movie, Say Anything, and his stereo was blaring out the song, In Your Eyes. That card read, ?Thinking of you.?I cried; Marcy cried. I had once mentioned, in passing, that I liked the movie and loved that scene. I only said it once, about a month ago, while we were scanning for something to watch on television.He really outdid himself on Thursday! No fanfare or buying-out of an entire floral shop this time. I received a single purple rose. I mentioned, weeks ago, that I love purple flowers. The card read, ?One sole thought thunders through my mind; the thought of you.?Now it was time for my ?revenge!? We were ready. Sylva was my enthusiastic accomplice.She and I had concocted a diabolical role-playing plan. She was to be the evil villainess and I*her helpless captive in need of rescue. With her ?Orgasmatron? ray gun, the hapless victim would require an intense orgasm or die the ?moaning death.? Yes, it was silly and childish; but so am I!It was Friday night and my lover, Sylva, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan (http://www.viviescort.com/) and I were returning to my house. We had left early to go to my parents? home to partake in a ritual of initiation. My slutty friend, Kiera, had begged my mother to teach her the ways of paganism and accepted the offer to join mom?s Coven. We were all happy that Kiera had found peace and balance; the changes wrought on her in a short time were amazing.The ritual was joyous, filled with mirth, humor, fun, and celebration. Pagans celebrate their faith; they do not mourn it. The celebration afterward was likewise amazing. I could fill volumes detailing the interactions and revelry, especially my slutty mother reacting to seeing Glade ?Skyclad? (nude). We left early, making excuses that I had to work in the morning.He was clueless about what awaited him back home. We had barely left the winding, dirt driveway of my parents? home before Sylva and I double-teamed him with sexual talk, innuendo, and groping. He immediately sensed that something was up, but he played along so as to not spoil our fun.?So I?ll be heading home since you have work in the morning,? he said after he walked us both to my door.?No,? I countered. ?You need to come in. I, we, have a surprise for you.?He paused as if to say something, shrugged, and walked in behind us. ?I would have come in anyway,? he chimed, ?just to admire the view.?On the coffee table was a white garment box with his name scrawled on the lid.?If that?s a severed head, I shall be gravely disappointed,? he smirked.He sat while I prepared drinks and other libations for us three. He opened the box, noted the instructions, and then held up a black suit jacket. Under the jacket, a white button-down shirt was neatly folded. He gave us both an odd, quizzical look while Sylva and I held each other and giggled with delight and anticipation.He read the printed paper. ?You are a super-powered secret agent on a quest,? he paused. ?Oh boy, a quest!?He continued. ?On a quest to save his luscious girlfriend from the clutches Escort Anadolu Yakası (http://www.viviescort.com/) of the evil Sex Girl.?He laughed. ?Sex Girl???We were pressed for time,? Sylva said.?We?? he mused. ?You two are the wildest women I?ve ever met! I love it!??Read the rest,? I begged.?Grab your martini and wait here until you hear your girlfriend screaming for help. Then find and infiltrate Sex Girl?s ?secret lair? and rescue her from the torture of the ?Orgasmatron?.??Surprise!? we both yelled out to him.?What?s an Orgasmatron and where can I buy four of them???You?ll see! Wait here and get ready,? I beamed out to him. ?I wanted to give you something special because you?ve been so good to me all week.??How do you want your martini, Mr. Secret Agent?? Sylva asked.Glade smiled, ?Shaken, not stirred.?His ?martini? consisted of rum and coke because that?s what I had. I did plop in an olive, though. He chuckled as I handed it to him, kissed him, and then ran upstairs to prepare.Sylva and I hurriedly taped the ?Secret Underground Lair? sign to my bedroom door and rushed inside to get ready. Both of my legs and one arm were shackled to the bed; I had enough freedom to move around but couldn?t escape unless I undid the three shackles.I laughed like crazy when Sylva surprised me. She produced a ?weapon? that amounted to a huge rubber dildo on a handle. After mutual fits of laughter, we were ready.?Help me! Somebody save me, please!? I cried out in mock despair. ?Help me, she?s violating me!?Sylva turned to me. She looked so sexy in her mask, cape, and skin-tight spandex suit. The front zipper was down and showed lots of her breasts. She pulled it down to almost her navel and adjusted herself.?Yes, like that,? I told her. ?You look so fucking hot.??If he doesn?t come in soon, I?m going to have my way with you,? she replied.I shrieked out again.The door opened slowly and Glade ?posed? his way into the room, striking James Bond postures. His hair was slicked back and tied up in the back, giving him the illusion of shorter, darker hair. He gave a ?seductive secret agent? smirk and set his drink on the nearby table.Extending one arm out and adjusting his shirt cuff, he turned to us and confidentially said, ?The name?s Bard, James Bard; agent double-or-nothing!?After some giggles, Sylva replied, ?you?re too late, Bard.? She pulled out the toy ray gun and pointed it at me. ?One shot of my Orgasmatron and your girlfriend will suffer the moaning death.?