That got his attention, but not in the way I had hoped. He motioned me off the bed and pointed to a chair in the corner. “Bend over,” he ordered m...e. “What for?” I asked in a playful helplessness. “Because I said so,” he replied, completely in control of the situation. I did as he told me to do and bent over the seat of the chair. I could see him roll up his sleeves right before he began to spank my ass. I felt the sting of his hand as I tried to keep my balance on the chair. His spanks were. He said if he let me do it once he'djust want to do it more and more and he doesn't want to gothere. I would really like him to start dressing again and wouldlove to take him out to the gay bars as a gurl. (The writermentioned her motivations for wanting to do this; however, theydo not impact the process and are omitted for reasons ofbrevity.) How can I accomplish this? (The writer did not statethe subject was unmarried but the author infers this as thewriter mentioned she had contact. “Who cares… none of it matters” He muttered to her, knowing they wouldn't be coming back from this while he snatched the bra from her rack, straps loudly shredding free from the tight elastic material freeing her breasts and tossing the ruined garment aside.She had a fantastic set of tits, twin mountains of caramel flesh pushing through the gap he made in her top. Their peaks were pointing high, capped off with wide chocolate colored areolas, her chubby nipples were pierced with thick silvered. "Quiet," a second voice answered. "You'll wake him up."Anthony fought the urge to scream in surprise as he felt something wet and warm drop down onto his cock before he realized a pair of lips was now gently sucking on his soft prick."It's getting bigger," the first voice answered and Anthony realized the voice belonged to the girl who had seconds before been sucking his cock."Of course it is," the second voice answered. It was a voice Anthony recognized, but for the life of him was unable to.