She couldn’t exactly go anywhere or cover herself; she was mid-flow. Once she was finished, she climbed back into the cab and shut the door, the jum...psuit still around her waist leaving her chest exposed “You should give me a free drive home for that you creepy pervert,” Sophie said jokingly “Well how about you keep that romper off love and I’ll think about it?” the driver turned to face her suggesting Sophie sat down as they drove off with the playsuit around her ankles leaving her top half. On the other hand, I expect them to only have male-sex with me. And should they ever fail to meet that expectation..." You would feel betrayed."I nodded slowly."It's okay to feel that way." But you don't." I would, under certain circumstances. You talk about expectations. Sure, I expect Taylor to enjoy the company of other men, but not just any man. If she were to screw around behind my back, if she were to have sex with someone against my express permission, then I would feel betrayed just the. And without him this lovely story wouldn’t be a thing.Be warned that is story contains light to moderate themes of BDSM,slight forced play,elements of voyeurism,and fetishes for large insertion and costumizationI let out a huff of air clouding the inside of my triceratops mask for a brief moment before it dissipates,expelling some of my fears as butterflies fill my stomach tightening the white scarf around my arm and smoothing down my slinky dress just to have something to fiddle with I repeat. About an hour later, one stumbled out, carrying one shoe, hair the same shirt only partially buttoned. I had some errands to run, so I didn’t arrive home until it was getting dark, one nice looking Mercedes was parked in the circle. Getting things out of my truck, I noticed a nice looking man come out, you could tell he had money, but he looked like he’d run a marathon. Hair was everywhere, belt on his pants was undone and zipper open. Shirt only had one button done up, he literally crawled.