Tye smiled, understanding the cue as they seamlessly transitioned from roleplay to reality, though he would technically never maintain such a double life by previous textbook efforts. “I was accused of misalignment,” he replied, standing to allow Jennifer to properly un-dress the practical disrobe her city skirt.
Jennifer strived quickly, removing her owned clothing, then expertly unbuckling the harness and carefully setting it aside. She then removed his outfit with equal care and attention, those hands trailing lightly to re-stimulate the prominently erect, still ever so smooth as peach puff of my rest. “Let’s see if we can rectify that,” she whispered, gently pushing him to lie back on the bed.













