"I want to see you in the front room wearing those pants and only those pants in no more than ten minutes do you understand?" I nodded, sobbing into t...he ball gag that was still in place. "Good, when you come into the front room I'll have something waiting for you"I rubbed my eyes, which we're red and sore now and stared to get undressed. I took off my dress and draped it over my bed and removed the rest of my clothing and placed them on the bed two. I picked up the black plastic/rubber pants,. Most of my regular readers know that I’m a cross dresser. I mainly like to wear high heels, lipstick and nothing else. But some player- hating faggot complained to the manager about me being back in the arcade naked. I mean, the manager was hella cool and all – he came back and told me that he couldn’t allow me to walk around nude outside the booths. Inside the booths was ok. Well, I really like being out of the booths, cause I can get more tricks like that. So that’s why I bought the outfit.. She soon invited him in for a beer. I was a little leery of the young black man at first. I’m not prejudiced or anything, but at 6’2′, Robert is 3 inches taller than me, and he was obviously enjoying the view of my wife’s sexy ass and huge tits. But after talking to him for awhile, I started to like him. Despite this, I was a bit taken aback when Liz asked him if he’d like to come over on Friday night and play poker. Robert asked if he could bring his roommate Shawn. Liz laughed, ‘Sure, why. Cary had taken a nose full of the trucker's stench and recoiled, pinching her nose as she glared back at the grinning drunk. “Eeew... Do you mind?!” Leaning forward with his arm on the table the drunk smirked wider, his uneven teeth showing as he drawled. “No, I don't sweet cheeks, wanna have a drink?”Something had begun to stir in Greg as he glared at the man bothered his friends, his fingers gripped the table a bit harder than he meant while his nostrils flared with each inhale of air..