"My wife grinned. "I think he loves the humiliation the most."The clerk shook his head. "Now, you're pulling my leg, lady. This mustbe your sister."My... wife lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. She revealed my cockand balls just lying there between my legs all shrunken and soft. Theylooked so pathetic, all tiny like that in my pink underwear."Are they always this small?" He wanted to touch them. I could tell bythe look in his eyes.I reached down and softly took them in my hand. I felt. You know you can't hide from this."His hand left her lips and his finger traced down her chin and her neck. He continued to trace his finger down her chest, between her breasts, and down over the front of her shirt."Stop it John." she was able to gasp out. Her eyes closed but she caught herself and opened them up again. She tried to fight it. He was making it difficult."You don't want me to stop. The pleasure you recieve from me has taken control of you. It controls your mind. It controls your. So she had made her plans and was there when the cannon went off this morning. It was everything she had expected and she had had a lot of fun shopping for the clothes she now wore. A short leather skirt and a matching bustier looked great against her tanned skin, and wearing them she felt sexy and daring. At the Pub, she had met Philip. He was dressed in a plaid kilt and crisp white shirt. Alyssa had never seen anyone wear a kilt before; she didn't realize how they could accent the strong. “We're home alone,” she said. “I know.” She got up and went into the kitchen. I followed. “Want a drink?” She asked. She bent down, flashing her pussy again as she had done last night. This time my eyes dropped, following her long straight legs.. I didn't know want to say to hurry things along; I really needed to shag her. I told the truth, I told her what I wanted. “I'd rather lick your spunk out of your pussy.” I was horny. The holiday was nearly over so I told her what I really wanted. She.