Well, not completely naked.

He did have the courtesy, or the good sense, or the what-have-you to leave my garter belt and stockings on.

That was a big turn-on, I could tell.

And my lovely high heels.

Mustn't forget those!

He had me completely decked out like that.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Nothing!

I was embarrassed, to say the least.

My lovely, full tits, which I took pride in, and which I showed off only to men whom I deemed fortunate and deserving enough to see them, were glistening with my own sweat and standing at sweet attention.

Oh, he was a stickler for detail, and he knew that with my arms overhead, my tits would have to stand perkily at attention for him.

"Well," he said, grinning… "You look beautiful…"

I didn't say anything.

I had no idea what I could say!

I stared at him.

Now, he was out of his good-looking tailored suit, and wearing something else… a kind of leather jock strap, with studs around his balls and a leather shaft that seemed custom-designed to fit his cock.

In other words, his prick and balls were sheathed, outlined in leather.

And left nothing to the imagination.

He had some cock!

Enormous!

And he was wielding it with a mighty, macho swagger…

Every time he moved, his shaft swung a little… And I couldn't take my eyes off of it!

"What's the matter," he said to me, smiling.

"Don't you like the way it looks?"

"I…"

"Come on… tell me…"

"I like it," I said, blushing.

"Good…"

"Why am I… why did you…"

"Tie you up and hang you on your wrists? I figured I'd do something to you you'd never forget…"

"What… ohhh…"