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o ankle. Odd. He then bent to my ankles and started
doing things, working first on one side of me, and then the
other, pulling the cloth around. Eventually, I realized that he
was lacing the two pieces of silk together, sewing me up quite
tightly.
He proceeded this way for quite a while, taking special care to
keep the silk smooth, even and taut. There were darts at my
hips, waist, and breast so that it fit quite snugly. Who had
measured me that carefully?
It took quite a while for him to finish lacing me up. By the
time he was done, I could barely move. Even my fingers were held
tightly against my thighs. Definitely new, and definitely arous-
ing. Was there more to this? Indeed there was. When he started
to caress me through the silk, I nearly jumped off the bed, the
feelings were so intense.
It is a truism that the right clothing is often sexier than
nudity. Clothing can tease the eye, and direct it to points of
interest. It is less-often appreciated that contact through thin
cloth can be even more stimulating than skin-to-skin contact.
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