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Chapter Twenty-three - On My Own Again Author's Note to Readers - I am writing to apologize for the time lapse between posting chapters to my story. I realize that there are many wonderful people who have been faithfully following my story. When I began publishing My Fall To Grace a few months ago, I was nearly finished with the story. I was certain that I would complete it in time to have finally published the entire story. Unfortunately, a series of events that make up this thing called Life interrupted. I have been attempting to pace the release of chapters out to allow me enough time to complete the story. The explanation could be long, but it is ultimately simple - I was asked to accept a promotion at my work and could not decline. The net result is that I have not had enough quality time to finish the story the way I have it in my mind to do so. I promise though, that I will make time and finish soon. Until then, I still have a few chapters that I can release and will try to pace things out. Again, I sincerely apologize and hope everyone will understand. I don't want anyone to be upset with me or to stop reading toward what I think will be an ending that people will enjoy. Thank you to everyone who has been following the story and leaving comments, good or constructively critical. I appreciate them all. Hugs & kisses, Leeanne Montgomery The next morning when I awoke, my mind was flooded with the memories and images from the night before. No matter how I tried, I could block out the image of Grace getting fucked by some guy, while she carried on an erotic conversation with her sissy boyfriend. The penis Mandy and Gayle brought to me was lying on the nightstand next to my bed. Standing up, I picked up the soiled dildo and carried it with me to the bathroom to wash. I dropped my nightie and sleep panties into the hamper and stepped under the hot water of the shower. One of the things I most looked forward to on my wedding night was being able to actually touch my penis to wash it in the shower. Having it trapped inside of the plexiglass was such an odd feeling. It was like a weight hanging on your testicles, especially when it wasn't supported inside of my panties. Work was not where I wanted to be today. No. Where I wanted to be was three weeks from now, married to Grace, out of my cage, and beginning our new life together. Instead, I felt I was about to begin the longest three weeks of my life. I dressed in the lingerie set my mother had given Sissy. Even after all of these years, there was something special to me about wearing my mother's undies. I concealed my feminine attire beneath a navy blue wool suit, light blue Oxford cloth dress shirt, and red and silver striped tie. No one would ever suspect that I was dressed as I was under my facade. Nancy had my desk organized and ready for my day. "Good morning Nancy," I greeted her as I passed her desk. "Good morning Danni," she said back. "Would you like some coffee?" So now everyone was going to call me Danni? Great! "Sure Nancy. Thanks," I said, deciding not to correct her reference to me. I was sorting through the files on my desk when Nancy returned with a cup of coffee. "Here you are," she said as she sat the cup on my desk. "You look nice this morning Danni," she complimented me. "You're looking trimmer. Have you lost weight?" I didn't think so, but couldn't recall when I'd last weighed. "Not that I'm aware of," I told her. "Hmmm. Just thought you might be slimming down for the wedding. I sure do like Grace," she added. "I can't wait for the wedding." I smiled. She and I both. "Yeah. Me neither." "She really is beautiful Danni," Nancy offered, still standing in my office. "I can see why you chose her." Now I was beginning to wonder what was going on. "Yeah," I agreed. "I suppose. Why do you say so Nancy?" "It's just, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but, I kind of, well, I hoped someday you might notice me," she blurted out. Whoa! I didn't see this coming. "Nancy! Wow! I didn't know." "No. You wouldn't. But it isn't like I was going to throw myself at you." I studied her. Not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable, I pointed out, "And you know I respect you too much as an assistant to ever put you in a compromising position vis-a-vis your employment." "I know," she said, disappointment lacing her voice. "You're not like other guys." "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Oh I don't know. All manly and macho and all. Always coming on to girls, trying to prove what a hunk they are. You're more gentle and sweet." Compliment? Not a compliment? "Uh, thanks?" I replied, trying to laugh off the unintended diss. "Noooo Danni! That's a good thing," she tried to explain when she saw my reaction to her comment. "Most girls prefer guys like you anyway. It's just the other type of guys always seem so much more forceful because they have greater demands. I'd much rather find someone who will treat me special, like you do Grace." I smiled. I guess there was no getting around it. I was just not a macho guy. So, I suppose I was lucky that a beautiful woman like Grace chose me. "Thanks Nancy. I'm sure you'll find the right guy someday." "I suppose," she ended, a dreamy tone in her voice. Just then my Blackberry rang, indicating the arrival of a text message. It was from Grace. I turned my attention to the message as Nancy left my office. "Good morning baby! Sleep well?" her text read. "Once I got to sleep." I replied without thinking how she might respond to it. "Yeah. Me too." Her too? That was weird. Normally Grace had no trouble sleeping, especially after sex. "Why not?" "All sexed up {;" "Really? Just from our little session?" "Hmmm. I wouldn't call that a 'little session' baby. Besides, I was so wound up I did it again after we hung up." Damn! She really must've been horny. "Completely insatiable!" she texted again. "It's been a while since I've had four orgasms in one night. Are you ready to top that on our wedding night?" "Four?" "Laugh. I know. Sore today though. You?" Fuck! What was she saying? I simply refused to believe Grace was with someone last night. "No. Not really." Then, thinking, I added, "But I didn't do it four times." "I really had no choice." she replied cryptically. "I don't understand. You had no choice?" "No. After the first fucking, I had to have it again. And again. And again. OMG! It felt so good! So big! So thick! So Mmmmm!" "Wow! Are you sure you don't want me to come over tonight?" "Danni! Don't tempt me like that! You know what we agreed to." Agreed? We didn't agree to anything! She decided! "Darn! Can you blame me for trying?" "Yes! LOL! Although, your mouth would have felt great mixed in there. Besides, I have to work late tonight." Damn it! Rex! Couldn't he leave Grace alone? Or, for that matter, my sister? "Oh. Well, call me when you get home?" "If it isn't too late. Smooch baby. Love you." "Love you too. Smooch." Another exchange with Grace that left me feeling off balance and, well, empty. Soon, I'd be home alone, dressing in sexy, feminine attire. All for Grace. And thinking of her with her boss. Wondering what they were doing. But Grace wouldn't do anything with him now. Would she? I mean, we were going to be married. They were a thing in the past. And surely, the fact that he and my sister had something going on would have some impact upon Grace. Surely. And yet, I'd be thinking of it all night until I heard from Grace. Yes. Thinking of him. Fucking my fianc?. Me sitting home alone, wearing women's lingerie. Yeah. This three-week separation was not going to be easy. The rest of my day dragged on. I tried my best to get some work done. But mostly I thought about Grace. And Rex. And our disturbing phone sex the night before. When the day came to an end, I dragged myself home. The first thing I did was to take a hot shower. Then, I went into my bedroom to select clothes to wear. I settled upon a light blue nylon shortie with cap sleeves and matching sleep panties. I was tired from being up the night before playing games with Grace. I doubted I'd sleep tonight worrying about Grace working late with Rex, but I wanted to be ready for bed anyway. I put on a dark blue bra to hold my breast forms in place. I put on some light makeup and then found a pair of heels to wear until I went to bed. I wasn't very hungry, so I just had a salad for dinner. Plus, several glasses of wine. I was constantly checking my watch. I couldn't wait to hear from Grace. Even though she hadn't promised to call. As it neared midnight, and I still hadn't heard from Grace, I began to worry. Could she possibly still be at work? My mind was tormenting me. No matter how I tried, I could not suppress the recurring image of Grace being fucked by her boss. And to make matters worse, I didn't just imagine them fucking missionary style. I pictured Grace with her legs spread wide, high-heeled shoes draped over Rex's shoulders, getting pile- driven by his huge cock, her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. I crawled into bed, placing my Blackberry on the nightstand, in case she called. I lay awake for at least an hour, agonizing over whether I should call her. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I called. Her phone rang and rang, but she did not answer. When it went to voice mail, I simply hung up without leaving a message. I then sent her a text message. "Hi baby. Just checking on you. Going to sleep. Call if you want." I never heard back from her. I barely slept. The next morning when I awoke, I was late for work. I really did not want to go to the office and have to be around people. I was a mess. Could I last three weeks? I called my assistant, Nancy, and told her I wasn't feeling well. She told me she hoped I'd feel better and that she'd call if anything came up. I didn't even take a shower. I stayed in my nightgown and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Opening my laptop, I checked the local headlines on The Washington Post. I don't know if it was just my mood, or what it was. But there just seemed there was no good news. Economy poor. Republicans and Democrats not agreeing. Both wrong. What were we going to do about it? Around mid-morning, I heard a key rattling in my front door. Stunned, I quickly stood and glanced out the front window. Oh Holy crap! It was my real estate agent! What the fuck! Was she bringing someone in here?! They couldn't see me dressed like this! What could I do? I had no time to think. I made a mad dash for my bathroom and turned on the shower. I threw my nightgown, panties and bra in the hamper, covering my breast forms on the bottom in the process. I jumped in the shower. I figured my agent would hear the water running, realize someone was home, and come back later. I stood under the hot water listening for sounds. Then, I heard a woman's voice. "Mr. Thompson? Mr. Thompson? Are you in there? It's Janine Winthrop! I've brought someone to see your home!" Fuck! She obviously knows I'm here! Why doesn't she respect my privacy and leave? Come back later? "Mr. Thompson?" she called out again. I turned off the water. "Yes! I'm just taking a shower. Can you come back later?" "Oh I don't know Mr. Thompson," she replied. "This client is from out of town. Her husband is in the Navy and is transferring here. She has to make a quick decision, and I think your place will be perfect for them. Why don't I just show her around and let you get dressed?" I had to think. "But the bedroom is not made up," I protested. "Don't worry about that. I'll just make up the bed for you and quickly straighten up. She won't mind a little mess. She knows the house is occupied." I couldn't think of a comeback, so I agreed. Damn it! I can't believe I'd stayed home from work today, of all days. I finished showering, and then stepped out to dry off. I put my towel in the hamper, covering up the lingerie. Janine knew that I lived alone. I didn't want to risk her seeing the women's clothing. I carefully opened the bathroom door. My bedroom door was closed, so I slipped out and went into my closet to put on some trousers and a shirt. Then I bucked up my courage and walked out to greet my agent and her client. I found them in the kitchen looking around. "Ms. Winthrop?" I greeted Janine professionally. Janine Winthrop was a middle-aged woman who was one of the areas best real estate agents. She knew a lot of people, and the market, quite well. She was attractive, if a little on the plump side. "Ah! Mr. Thompson!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry if we disturbed you. I just thought that you would be at work during the day." "It's okay," I tried reassuring her, acting as though it were no big deal. "I just had some things to do today, so I stayed home," I explained. Janine then introduced me to her client, an attractive blonde woman, probably no older than thirty. "This is Rachel Stewart. Her husband is a Captain in the Navy, and will be working at the Pentagon beginning next month. She wants to find a place that will be convenient for him to get to work without taking forever. I told her I thought your place would fit the bill perfectly." I shook Rachel Stewart's hand and told her I hoped she liked my place. I offered to leave them for a while, but they insisted that wouldn't be necessary, if I didn't mind them walking around for a while. I said that would be fine and so I tried to act like I was busy in the den while they checked out the place. They walked into the Master bedroom for a few minutes, then came out and checked the other bedrooms. After a while, they joined me in the den. "Well," Janine began. "I think Rachel's seen enough. Thank you for letting us impose. I didn't realize your fianc? was staying here with you?" she inquired. I didn't understand why she would ask me that. I specifically remembered telling Janine that I lived alone. "She doesn't," I reaffirmed. "Oh!" she replied. "Uh, well then, uh, never mind," she concluded. "Uh, we'll be going now," she added, discomfort in her tone. "But I think we'll be back in touch soon." As they left, Rachel Stewart said goodbye and thanked me again for letting her look at the house while I was there, and apologized if they'd caught me off-guard. I assured her it was no problem and that I appreciated her interest. As they exited, the two women looked at each other and passed what I thought was an unspoken understanding. They each let out a subdued giggle as they walked to Janine's Mercedes. It seemed odd, but I couldn't imagine what was going on. I shrugged and closed the door, relieved to be alone again. After all, that was why I had skipped work in the first place - to not be around anyone. I went into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Maybe today I'd sell my house. That was a pleasant thought - to have that behind me. I sat in the den enjoying my coffee when my Blackberry buzzed. There was a text message from Grace. "Good morning baby." I picked up my device and replied. "Good morning." "Sorry I missed your call last night." "That's okay. Working late?" "No. Left around nine. Didn't hear my phone ring when you called." Couldn't hear her phone ring? "Why not?" "I was in a bar with some folks from work. Too loud. Sorry." Crap! Out with her friends. Rex? "Oh." "You okay baby?" "Sure. Taking the day off." "Not at work?" "No. May have sold house." "Really?! That's amazing!" "Yeah. That would be good." "So. Are you dressed?" I knew what she meant. Was I wearing women's clothes? I could lie. But then she'd quiz me and I hate lying to her. "No." "Pout! Why not?" "Had to change when real estate agent came." Then, I added, "Almost got caught!" "Really?! How exciting!" Exciting? I don't think so. More like, 'How petrifying!' "It was awful!" "What did you do?" "Jumped in the shower before they got inside. Then changed." "Ha! Good quick thinking." "Yeah. I was lucky." "So, why aren't you dressed now?" Damn! "They just left." "Oh. So you're going to change?" "Uh, yeah. I suppose." "Okay. I'll let you go then. Call you later." That was it? No more explanation about what she did last night? Just 'put on some panties' and 'see ya?' "Okay. Bye." Damn! I hated this situation. I wished there was a way to speed the time. But, alas, there did not seem to be. So, resignedly, I went to my bedroom to change into some lingerie. I was a little concerned that Janine, my real estate agent might come back. Hopefully though, maybe she'd call next time before barging in. I took off the male attire I was wearing and hung everything up in my closet. I then returned to my room to select some lingerie to wear. I stopped in my tracks. Suddenly, everything became clear. Janine's question about my fianc? staying with me. Her and Rachel's knowing glance at each other. Their snickering. In my haste this morning, I'd completely overlooked checking out the state of affairs in my bedroom. In part, that was because Janine made my bed for me. But still, I couldn't believe what I'd done. My lingerie drawer was halfway open. Strewn across a chair beside the bed was my mother's panties, girdle, bra and silk stockings, my black heels lying on the floor nearby. Crap! And I'd clearly told Janine that Grace wasn't staying here. What must they think of me? Even with no one in the room, I turned beet red with embarrassment. I found myself hoping that Rachel Stewart would decide not to make me an offer. How could I face them again? One thing was for certain - I was not going to wear anything feminine for outer clothing for the rest of the day. But just in case I heard from Grace again, I decided I had to wear lingerie beneath whatever else I wore. I dug around in the drawer, noting again that I really needed to better organize things - but later. I found a red and black garter belt, black French cut panties, and a red silk chemise. I pulled the panties up my legs, and then wriggled into the garter belt. I clipped on a pair of black nylon stockings, and finally, slid the chemise over my shoulders. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a black turtleneck, and slipped on high heels. I could quickly switch shoes if anyone stopped by unannounced. Then, I decided I deserved a glass of wine. It was mid-afternoon, and it was certainly five o'clock somewhere. I poured a glass of cool Chardonnay and sat down to try to calm myself. What was I going to do with myself for the next three weeks? I had to come up with a plan. I could not just sit around worrying about what Grace was up to. Around four-thirty, my phone rang. It was Janine Winthrop. I answered. "Hello?" "Dan? It's Janine," she identified herself. "Yes! Of course," I replied. "So? Good news?" "Indeed! The Stewarts are making a full asking price offer. We'd like to drop off the contract right away. Are you decent?" Was I decent? What did she mean by that? Making sure I wasn't wearing lingerie? "Uh, yeah," I answered. "Great! Can we stop by?" "Sure. When?" "Thirty seconds? We're parked out front," she laughed. "Uh, Su, sure," I stuttered. "Come on in." "Okay. Be right there," she told me as she hung up. I jumped up and quickly walked to my room, took off my heels, stuffed them in a drawer out of sight, and slipped on a pair of loafers. I then went quickly to the front door to let them in. When I opened the door the two women were standing there grinning. They were obviously getting a kick out of their little maneuver. "Hello again," I greeted them. "Hi!" Rachel Stewart said. "Thanks again for letting me intrude upon your day off." "Not a problem," I said. "Are you buying my house?" I laughed. "I think so. I hope so," she smiled. Rachel was very attractive. I tried to ignore the fact that earlier in the day she'd gotten a look inside of my lingerie drawer and seen my mother's intimates lying on the chair. "Well," I continued, seeming as casual and cheerful as possible. "Let's see your contract." Janine asked if we could sit somewhere to review things. We sat around the dining room table as Janine pulled out the contract. I did a quick review. The offer was for full price and cash, so there was no need to qualify for a loan. Really, there was no reason to say no. The only issue was that they wanted the house by the end of next week. That would be one week before Grace's and my wedding. At first, I saw it as a problem. But then, an idea hit me. Grace would have to let me move back in with her. We simply could not reject this offer. "Do you really need to move this quickly?" I asked. Rachel nodded. "It's essential. My husband has to be here, and will begin training shortly upon his arrival. We need to get settled in right away." Janine added, "With the market as it is, you really can't afford to let this deal slide by Dan." Of course, I realized she was right. I had to take the offer. I picked up the pen and signed my name and initials everywhere it was required. "Well! I guess I have some packing to do," I beamed, happy to have this done. Shoot! This would give me something to do for two of my three- week separation from Grace. Then I could look forward to rejoining Grace a week early. "How about a glass of wine? To celebrate?" They each readily accepted my offer, so I poured everyone a glass and we toasted the sale of my house. We then discussed some of the details that would have to be expedited, such as home inspection, termite inspection, and drawing up the necessary deeds. Janine said she had plenty of contacts that she could call upon to get things done in a hurry. All I had to do was arrange moving my things out in a hurry. I had already decided that I may have to temporarily store some of my things and, once again, Janine had a contact that could help me. After they finished their wine, they left. It had been a wild day, to say the least. I was whipped. And I was a little anxious about telling Grace that I'd need to come back to her place before her imposed three- week separation was up. I hoped she would agree that I made the correct decision. I went to my room and removed my male clothes. Then, I sorted through my nightgowns and found a long white gown with a matching peignoir. The soft, fluttery nylon felt nice, immediately relaxing me. I then return to the kitchen and poured another glass of wine. I surveyed things to begin processing how I'd attack packing. I was thrilled to have a project that would keep me busy, and justify keeping me away from the office for a while. As evening fell, I fixed a sandwich and a bowl of soup for dinner. Then, I sent Grace a text, asking her to call when she could, as I had some exciting news to tell her. She responded saying she'd call as soon as she could, but that she was out to dinner with a friend, and couldn't call just then. It might be late, if that was okay. I was disturbed that she was out again, but told her whenever would be fine. So now, I'm sitting alone in my house, waiting for Grace to call. Wondering with whom she is having dinner. A friend. Man? Woman? Drinking wine. Waiting. Waiting. I turned on the television. Nothing caught my fancy. It was eleven o'clock. No call. I dared not call her. She said she'd call. I'd told her it didn't matter how late. Midnight. I went to bed. Exhausted. Mentally, as much as anything. I couldn't sleep. The clock readings changed agonizingly slowly. One a.m. Two a.m. Fuck! Where could she be? Clubs weren't open this late during the week. Finally, just after two a.m., my phone rang. I quickly answered. "Hello." "Hi Danni," Grace cooed. "You waiting up for me baby?" "Uh huh," I replied. "Where are you?" "In bed," she answered simply. Right! Where in bed? "You?" "Yeah." "Are you dressed pretty for me?" "Yes," I replied. "Good baby," she praised me. I was tormented. I desperately wanted to know who her dinner companion was. "Ho, how was dinner?" I asked. "Nice," she replied. "Where did you eat?" "At the Palm, in DuPont Circle." The Palm. That was a really nice restaurant. "Just you and your friend?" I needled for details. "Uh huh," she said, stingily hoarding them. "Anyone I know?" At least I could try to exclude Rex. "No. You said you had big news. Let's hear it. I'm exhausted," she said impatiently. Fuck! She wasn't going to give me anything. "Right. I sold my house today." "Oh Danni! That is awesome!" she responded with genuine pleasure. "Did you get a good price?" "My asking price," I told her. "You're kidding me!? That is so amazing! Things couldn't have worked out better, could they?" "Uh, no," I said. "There is just one thing." "Oh? What is that?" she asked, the excited tone in her voice gone. "The couple who are buying it need to move in two weeks from yesterday." Grace was silent on the other end of the phone. "Grace?" I nudged her silence. "Hmmm. Where will you stay?" she asked. So, she was going to make this difficult. "I, sup, suppose I'll have to come to your place," I suggested hopefully. "Danni," she began, frankness coloring her tone. "That will be the week before we get married. Have you forgotten? I doubt you have. We agreed we'd remain apart the last few weeks before our wedding." Fuck! It felt like she was lecturing me. "Wellll," I began, trying to frame my argument. "You decided," I corrected her. "I don't really want to be apart," I reminded her. "Hmmm. I suppose," she acknowledged. "But no matter. You agreed it was for the best." Did I? "Where will I stay then?" I asked, a bit whiny. Grace was silent on the other end. What was her complicated mind conjuring up? I could almost feel her working it out somehow. An overwhelming sense of dread began to wash over me. Did I really want her deciding my fate? "Don't you have any friends you could stay with for a few days?" I wish I did. But I told her I didn't. "I suppose I could ask Mandy," she suggested. "Or maybe Rex?" Rex! No way! Maybe Mandy. "Do you think Mandy would mind?" I asked hopefully. "I'm sure she wouldn't. But you'd have to behave. No sex with my Maid of Honor! Not that you could," she chuckled. "Since Rhonda has the key," she reminded me teasingly. "Of course not!" I readily agreed. "Okay," Grace stated. "I'll ask her tomorrow, and let you know." "Thanks Grace!" I was disappointed, to be sure, that she had not agreed to let me come back to stay with her. But honestly, I never really thought she would. I felt comfortable enough with Mandy. So this was not a bad solution. "Well, goodnight," she said, bringing our conversation to a close. I never found out who she had dinner with, or why she was so late calling me. "Goodnight Grace," I replied. And just like that, my hopes were dashed, and I returned to the quiet, tormented world that was my imagination. Why wouldn't she volunteer with whom she went out to dinner? She must have been with a man. A man? Was Grace using our pre-marital separation to sew some last wild oats? She wouldn't, I kept telling myself. So why couldn't I take my word for it? At some point, I was finally able to fall asleep. I had to go to work the next day. But my plan was to get things straight, and then take off until after the wedding. With packing for my move ahead of me, I didn't have much time. I awoke the next morning, showered, dressed in lingerie, including an open-bottom girdle and bra, and then put on a suit for work. When I arrived, I explained to Nancy what happened. She was happy I'd sold my house and set about helping me get organized to take the next few weeks off. I contacted our managing partner, John Williams, to let him know what I was doing. I was still riding the wave of having landed the firm Tom Harmon's business, so John told me to take off all the time I needed, and not to worry about a thing. I didn't hear from Grace all day. I was expecting her to call to let me know that Mandy was okay with me staying with her the week before the wedding. But I heard nothing. With Nancy's help, I was able to get things organized so that certain matters could be left until I returned after my honeymoon, and certain other, more pressing matters, could be handled by other attorneys in my section. When I left for home at the end of the day, Nancy gave me a big hug and told me she'd see me at St. Simon's for the wedding. Her hand lingered on my back a moment or two longer than most casual hugs, and I hoped she didn't feel the outline of the bra I was wearing. I went home and settled in for the evening. In the morning I was going out to purchase some boxes and packing material. I was feeling fairly relaxed about everything. No worries at work. My house was selling for full price and I wouldn't have to worry about it while I was on my honeymoon. And, although I was disappointed that Grace would not relent on her decision for us to remain apart for the last few weeks before our wedding, I was actually looking forward to staying with Mandy. Of all of Grace's friends, Mandy was the one I felt most comfortable with. Probably because she knew our secret, and never made me feel bad about it. So, all in all, I was in a good mood. I took off my suit and hung it in my closet. I then took a shower and sorted through my drawer of lingerie to pick out something to wear. My plan was to pour myself a glass of wine, fix an easy dinner, and then settle on to the couch to watch a movie. I picked out a pair of red, French-cut panties, with lace insets in the front, a matching bra and garter belt, and then a sheer, pink baby-doll. I pulled the garter belt on first and attached a pair of black nylon stockings. I pulled the panties up and nestled my imprisoned penis inside. Sometimes, I discovered, I almost forgot that I was wearing a chastity cage. I fitted the bra around my chest, clipped it, then turned it around and stuffed the cups with my breast forms. I actually enjoyed the cool feeling of the forms when they first came into contact with my chest. I knew that it wouldn't take long for my body temperature to warm them up though. I draped the baby-doll over my shoulder and let it flutter into place. Next, I applied some dark eye shadow and red lipstick. Slipping my feet into a pair of black, four-inch heels, I swayed into the kitchen to fix dinner and pour that glass of wine. Once dinner was ready, I settled on the couch and began looking for a movie. I found "Sleepless in Seattle" just starting. One of favorite movies, I left the channel set there. I had my phone nearby in case Grace called. I was surprised that I had not heard from her yet. As the time drew on, "Sleepless in Seattle" ended, and "You've Got Mail" began. Obviously, I'd come across a Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan film festival. I began watching another of my favs. It was nearing eleven p.m. I still had not heard from Grace. I had been determined that I would not bug her, but as time drew on, and after several glasses of wine, my resistance diminished. I picked up my Blackberry and texted her. "Hi. Have you spoken to Mandy yet?" Like a watched pot never boiling, waiting for a response to a text message proved to be a never-ending process. If Grace had texted me, I wouldn't have hesitated a second before replying. I began to wonder what she was doing that she couldn't respond. It was only minutes that passed, although it seemed like forever. I texted her again. "Grace? Are you there?" I waited. Suddenly, my Blackberry beeped. It was Grace! Yes! "She's going to call you." That was it? 'She's going to call you?' "Okay. What are you doing?" I texted her, my curiosity killing me. A few more minutes passed. Then, "In the middle of something baby. Will call later." That was it? She was in the middle of something? Something? At eleven o'clock at night? But she'd call later? Crap! Now I was worried. The peace and tranquility I felt earlier, was now being tortured by my uncertainty of what Grace was doing to fill her time in my absence. She never seemed to lack anything to do. So, was I supposed to wait up for her call now? Whenever that might be? Feeling despondent, I dragged myself to bed when "You've Got Mail" ended. I was lying there in my baby-doll, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for her call, when my Blackberry beeped again. Quickly grabbing it, I read the message from Grace. "Use the dick tonight baby. Tell me about it later." What?! She was too busy to talk or chat. But she could tell me to fuck myself with the dildo she gave me? And expected me to do it? No questions asked? And guess what? I retrieved the dildo from the drawer in my nightstand. I was being more careful about leaving things lying around in plain view. I scooched my panties down my legs so that I would have access to my, ah, pussy. Bringing the phallic object to my lips, I licked it. I wanted it wet before attempting penetration. My tongue wrapped all around the outside of the cock, my saliva making it slick. I let it slip between my lips also, sucking it as far inside of me as I could manage. I hated to admit to myself that, with no one around to watch me, I actually enjoyed pretending that I was pleasuring an object that had no feeling. After a few minutes, I placed the bulbous cockhead against my opening and pushed it forward, gradually penetrating my pussy. It only felt uncomfortable initially. The further I was able to insert it, the better it felt. Once it was completely inside of me, I left it there for a few minutes, marveling at how I had grown so accustomed to being impaled. Then, I began moving it in and out, never removing it completely. Applying pressure to the magic spot Grace had shown me, my excitement began to build. Soon, I heard myself grunting and groaning, completely absorbed in my kinky behavior. I could feel an orgasm building up within me. I cried out as the wave washed over me. I felt the warm, wet fluid ooze from the tip of my confined penis. Aww! It felt wonderful! I wiped off the outside of my cage and tasted my flow. Then, leaving the cock inside of me, I pulled my panties back up, allowing them to hold the penis in place. Trying to think of a way to please her, I wanted to be able to tell Grace it was still inside of me when she called. Unfortunately, I must have fallen asleep. And she never called.