It was a very tight fit.It was a very tight fit. Joe had to stand with his legs and knees pressed together, so she could get it up, which only intensified the pressure on his already aching balls. The skirt was made of black taffeta lined with acetate. Joe liked the way it felt, but how could he walk in it. "Aren't skirts supposed to have a slit in the back," he asked to himself. Once in position, the skirt fell to his knees. Monica struggled to get the zipper up over his ass. Finally it was up. Joe looked down; he was mortified. The skirt was so tight that it outlined everything underneath it. Not only could he see a panty- line and the clips of his garters, but the profile of his balls and erect cock were clearly outlined by the tight skirt as it pushed them up against his body. While Joe was considering his appearance, Monica wrapped a wide black patent belt around his waist and cinched it tight. It only contrasted the slender waist between his bust and hips. From a large chest on the dresser, Monica selected some jewelry and handed Joe a necklace of ebony beads and a matching bracelet. Joe put them on. The bracelet dangled over his left hand and the necklace settled in between his breasts, the black beads drawing further attention to his creamy white cleavage. It was a weird feeling, to have a necklace resting atop his breasts. |