"Better if I don't," I replied. Once he sees the stuff he may ask me ifthat is all I bought for him, and I want to be able to honestly tell himyes. If... he thinks I've bought him an entire feminine wardrobe it couldscare him off," I explained to Crystal. "If I were to buy something elsein future for him, what would you suggest?" I asked curiously."A merry widow, a corset or both. And high heels of course. Men alwayswant us to wear a pair of sexy high heels. It's about time some of themdid the. ’ I knew from the look he gave me that his saying I didn’t have to do this was only partially right. I could tell that if I didn’t come across, they most likely wouldn’t either. I felt like I’d taken a step back in time to when I was first finding girls for clients. Just like the old days, almost. I hated the idea of it. Then he hit me with the bomb. ‘You’ll come along right? I like to see the people I deal and work with are on the same plane of thought as I am. Besides, I don’t know my way. My wife, seeing that I was in a rather foul mood, thought she would solve the problem by making what she thought was a good suggestion. She made the second comment that changed my life and turned me into an asshole. It was just four magic words -- "Buy a new lawnmower." I wasn't going to spend two hundred dollars because a ten dollar part broke. I made my feelings on the matter quite clear.I don't remember what we ate for dinner that night, but I do remember that I didn't enjoy it. I wasn't the. I looked up at her while sucking her into the back of my throat over and over again.“Are you sure you aren’t gay? You're sucking my dick like a natural born cock slut,” she said, smirking down at me.She grabbed the top of my head with her left hand, holding it still while pushing her dick deeper into my throat.“Take this big white dick down your throat!” she demanded, forcing herself deeper, inch by inch.My eyes began to water as she fucked my throat until her rubber balls pressed against my.