But.......I've obviously thoughtabout it. Look, in the right circumstances, with the right woman. Ifsomebody was helping me. Maybe. Yes. I'd like to t...ry.HOW OFTEN HAVE YOU DRESSED AND GONE OUT?Except for your demands, I haven't really done that. There was therecent maid instance with Kelli, when they sent me outside twice, whichto be fair I really enjoyed. But otherwise I'd only really been out inmy underwear. I was too scared. Dressing was always a private thing.Sitting here in the food court,. They're just a little too far away for me to make out the conversation, but it doesn't appear to be too cordial, from the expressions of the participants.I heard "mumble mumble mumble" from the guy, mumble mumble mumble" from the older female, and then "mumble mumble mumble" from the teen girl, except her voice had a tone of hurt and a bit of fright. Not my business. I forked another load of steak and eggs into my mouth.The conversation changed. The guy's voice got loud, as in "MUMBLE MUMBLE". . yes, now it was time for that... !Once more, she cried aloud as she felt him pulling from her grasp, then the strange movements of his muscular body, until suddenly his loins were above her face, his long limp cock dangling down only inches above her mouth, his heavy, hair-covered balls swaying between his wide-spread thighs, and she clutched at his buttocks to pull him down to her, her wet, ruby lips opening to receive the massive purple head of his helpless, pendulous cock, while he rammed. "Oh... oh...oh, shit." The collapse of the cardboard workshop ruined his orgasm and made mine seem increasingly less appropriate. The good thing was that it fell over us, covering us completely. The bad thing was that huge sheets of corrugated cardboard are heavy. We struggled to untangle from one another and then to reassemble our costumes without letting the gathering crowd see what we were doing. We must have succeeded because there was applause when we both crawled from the papery wreckage..