She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her massive breasts would poke through the front and around the waist was a lace garter belt with thigh high nylons reaching up to grip the garter snaps. On her feet were black leather pumps. "You were planning on bathing?" I asked her, feeling so aroused that I wondered why we just didn't fuck in the middle of the hall. "It's just a little something I threw together," she grinned. "Actually, I've always had a fantasy of just getting in the tub in my lingerie. I guess this is the ideal opportunity to try it out." Who was I to argue with her? Francine had several implements of bondage already in the bathroom, consisting of nylons and pantyhose and her body was trembling, as if she was standing on a rumbling volcano. Her face was flushed almost as red as the stockings she was wearing. When the tub was half-full, she climbed in, laying on her back. The water quickly covered every inch of her body, sexy lingerie plastered to her skin.