No doubt, recently pierced. His face still had a masculine edge. But also an aura of femininity. And the unmistakable air of fear. Intense fear. His e...yes wide, pleading. Begging. His lips, with drips of drool, spilling from the corner, held an impossibly large, bright pink ball. Straps crossed his cheeks, undoubtedly joining again at the nape of his neck.She stared for an eternity. Devouring his fear, feasting on his suffering. Finally she spoke."Nice. Very nice."Slowly, she circled her captive. Most of them had husbands and kids of their own so I couldn’t understand why they were teasing and openly flirting with me, a nineteen-year-old boy, in front of each other. I figured it was probably just their way of having some fun together with no further intent. That is until something happened which flipped a mental switch. One evening I met Mrs. Bramm in the hallway on her way to the bathroom. I said a quick ‘hello’ and was about to walk past her when she raised her arm in jest to block. . fuck. Is there anything I can’t rationalize? xxxxxxxxxxDeep thoughts.We were, as we so frequently did, sitting around our kitchen table. Talking, teasing, laughing.Vanessa often uses us as taste-testers for Euforia. A new dish, a twist on a 1930s cocktail concoction, a different wine. This evening it was mixed nuts. She and Amelia Baxter are always experimenting with bar snacks. Lagniappes for the customers as well as palate pleasers.Pilar nodded, “Nice and salty.”Walker nodded, “You’ll sell. She really looked hot in this outfit. About 2 hours later, her friend dropped her off to pick up her car and her friend left. She came into the garage and we talked about her car, me describing how her spark plugs were fouled, all the while she was sitting on the edge of the hood of her car, I was picturing her naked as my cock was getting harder by the second. Our conversations always seemed to somehow turn to sex lately so I told her I had a gift for her. I pulled out the package and gave it.