Chapter Six
I could hardly make it through dinner without going stark raving mad with desire. As I’d dressed in Garrison’s office, he made a few alterations in my attire—like pocketing my panties for safekeeping and making me leave my blouse half open, so that when I moved, the soft insides of my breasts were plainly visible. By current standards, I was still fairly demure in my attire, but for me the small changes only augmented the fierce fire I felt burning in my tormented crotch. My asshole ached a bit, but not unpleasantly so. When Garrison told me to park my naked butt on the leatherette seat in the restaurant, I smiled, feeling some of his mischievousness wear off on me. Any anger I still harbored fell away, replaced by sheer exhilaration.
“Here,” he said, as we were settling in
