Dave pressed his luxurious beast a bit harder. His Ram Rebel TRX was his second favorite toy, after Amy. He wanted nothing more than to get his parents stupid party out of the way. He was glad his parents had made the money they did. But he hated the social life they seemed to crave. He was more than happy they were moving so far away.
His parents thought they were slick. He saw the bracelet his mother wore. She hadn't removed it since before he was born, it's possible she wasn't able to. He found an identical one online and ordered it for Amy. I was a symbol of being owned. It was too small to slip over a hand once it was closed and screwed together with micro, hidden screws. He probably got his desires from his father, but who knows. He just wanted to get the party over with so he can get Amy's bracelet pulled out and locked on to her, forever.
As he pulled into the driveway of his parents home, well former home, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed at all of the cars lining the horseshoe shaped driveway of this multi-million dollar estate. He knew he'd be expected to be sociable, so the sooner he was in he could be out. Stepping out of his truck, he looked down at the shine on his shoes, taking him back to...
... Amy in her first, fully shined, full bodied catsuit. She was always one for fashion. It just had to be purple and she ordered it one size too small. She claimed she needed to feel hugged on every surface of her body. Dave had to stifle a giggle more than once as he watched her struggle to squeeze herself into the thing. He had to admit seeing her covered from the top of her head to each individual toe was more than a turn on. It was so tight he could see her labia as if she were naked. The only skin he could see were her amazing lips and her beautiful eyes.
"Dave," he heard from those lips, pulling him out of his trance. "I have a request. Will you lock the zipper?"
WIthout hesitation he raced over to her and said, "Here is the lock?"
Amy giggled and said, "Wow, could you get her any faster?"
Dave feigned shock and replied, "What? Pssh, that was slow. Besides, who am I to deny your wish? The question is, will I remember where the key is later?" She playfully punched his arm. He moved around behind her and clicked the lock shut, putting the key on their shared nightstand.
Amy had moved into his apartment about a year after they had met. The first time she had gone there ended up lasting all night and into the next afternoon. It was a good thing he was his own boss. It wasn't a difficult decision choosing to be with Amy that day versus another day working on smelly computers. He'd never forget how they made each other cum over 5 times each that night. He'd never had more than one orgasm in a day before that.
