She sent me a text telling me which suit to wear for the trip and to wear mismatched socks. I take pride in my appearance at work and she knew I would... struggle with this. I did struggle massively, unreasonably, and my response can only be described as a tantrum. Briefly, the dominant me asserted itself, I didn’t dress as I’d been told and I knew I would pay for it. After a working day that I thought would never end, we arrived at our hotel. She gave me instructions to shower, dress again in my. I promise not to do it again) and laughed a short but real laugh.With that respite done, though, she then started to cry again in silent tears that ran down her cheeks. Her face returned to its nest against my shoulder. I held her tightly against me.“Ken,” At the sound of her voice, I glanced back over at Sherry. “We’ll talk again later. Me and you. Just take care of her. Okay?”I nodded my head and held Jenny next to me as Sherry found her own way to the door. As Jenny continued crying, I just. He let out a groan as an expression of his disappointment."Don't worry honey," I said. "We're not finished here..." You know how it makes you feel when you pull out of me and feed me your cum?..." Well," I continued "I'm doing the fucking here so it only seems fair that you should get to eat the cum when we finish."He started to act like he didn't want to do it, like he didn't want me to think he was gay..."Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about. I can go out and hang up posters. I can encourage her when she’s down. I’m not just the product, I’m a lot of the support staff, too.”“Well, now that you are a car, too, I can forgive much of the Lamborghini,” Donna laughed.“I started that whole diatribe as a way of saying I think Cindy will be happy and relieved to have you as our producer,” I said. We finished our meal and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Donna led me not to the bedroom but to the sitting room, looking out the big windows.