Breaking us Both 2: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Humiliation & Sharing by Selvaggio Tinto

Author:Selvaggio, Tinto [Selvaggio, Tinto]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tinto Selvaggio
Published: 2016-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I have to knock on the door of Richmond’s suite three times before he answers.

“Sorry about that Vaughn, I was on the phone to one of my offices.” He gestures me into the room with his phone. This room where my shame still lingers.

What am I doing here?

“Let’s sit down over here, where we can be more comfortable to talk.” The large room isn’t laid out the same as my previous visits. The small table and chairs are pushed into the far corner of the room and Richmond directs me across to the other side, towards a large leather sofa and armchair with a small coffee-table between them. He invites me to sit on the sofa.

“Let me get some drinks for us.” He strides purposefully over to the room phone on the wall. “Espresso?”

I nod my head and he dictates our requirements before taking a seat and crossing his legs in the armchair adjacent to me. Our pleasantries about the traffic and weather are interrupted by room service at the door.

“Would you like to get that Vaughn?” he points towards the door; his words a request, his tone an instruction. My heart thumps. I obey.

The cups and spoons rattle with my nerves as I carry the tray over to where we sit. I hand him his green tea.

“I’m conscious of your time Vaughn so let me show you what I promised.” He leans over the far side of his armchair and reaches down towards the floor. He lifts up two glossy paper carrier bags with twine for handles and grins at me. “For Lily.” He says, placing both bags upright on the small table between us.

I don’t recognize the brand names on either bag. Designer probably.

“Take a look,” he sits back in his seat and gestures at one of the bags. A white one with a silver logo and old-style font that I can’t read.

Inside the bag is a box. A Shoe box.

“Open it Vaughn.” he holds his chin in one of his hands, surveying me.

My hands shake as I withdraw the shoe-box from the bag. I hold it in my lap and remove the lid. My chest pounds at the sight inside. Black strappy ladies shoes with huge heels. A zipper up the back of each of them.

“6 inch heels to display those lovely long legs of hers...” he murmurs. Underneath the box my cock is swelling in spite of my self-consciousness.

“And some clothes,” he nods towards the other bag

I fumble to close the lid of the box before struggling to return it to the bag.

There are two items in the second bag. The first is black and feels like lycra. It looks like a wide belt.

“Her skirt” he smirks like he appreciates my confusion. Holy shit.

He nods towards the bag again. My hands are sweating; I don’t want to get it on the clothes.

The second piece of clothing is black as well but delicate, like gossamer.

“Hold it up,” brown eyes so dark they’re almost black crinkle around edges.

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