"Well, if you will kindly stand aside," I said to one of the large ones, "I'll be going." Ain't happening," said Marcus. He began disrobing right ther...e. "Start shucking those duds, we're exchanging clothes. I figure we're about the same size." What? I don't think..." Two of the entourage began stripping me. I fussed with them for a moment, but they had me down to my unmentionables in no more than a minute's time."Here, put these on and be quick about it. I presume you will want to have a word. In his left hand he held her butt plug. In his right, a tube of lube which he set down on the side table. "Suck this. I don't think you deserve to use any lube for your earlier indiscretion. Do you?" "No sir," she said ashamedly while realizing that she had better get plenty of spit on the plug if she was going to have any relief from when it got shoved up her ass. Taking the butt plug in her mouth she began to lick it. She wished she had done a better job of washing it but then thought that. His jawquivered just a little bit."Do you like what I'm wearing?" Yes, very much. It looks good on you." Thank you, Peter. Aren't you chatty all of a sudden?"She grabbed a towel and dried Peter's chest, using rough, vigorousstrokes that left his newly-shorn skin bright red.Then she stuck her two fingers back in his mouth."Nice and smooth. No teeth," she said as she ran them in and out of hispursed lips."Do you want me to finish dressing you?" Mmm-hmm." C'mon."She crooked her fingers, still in. I’ll tell him. Just ... In my own time. Okay?”She stood and walked across the room to her desk. For a moment she stood stock-still, eyes seemingly fixed on the photos that adorned the pinboard above the desk, but I sensed she wasn’t really looking at them, that she was looking somewhere else. Or maybe somewhen else.“You have no idea,” she said, “how hard it is to move from somewhere like South Shields to somewhere like Richmond.” She faced the wall, but her words were directed at me. And.