And do you know what I saw?I saw past the hairy body and muscular arms and shoulders and the fiveo'clock shadow and somehow I saw what I wanted to see...: a cock hungry,cum-addicted slut whore. I loved the look of the pretty lace bra, andthe feel of the stockings on my skin. Since I use the Stairmaster alot, my legs are shapely and muscular. And when my eyes moved up mylegs and settled their gaze on the garter belt, I loved what I saw-apretty embroidered garter belt framing a mound of jet-black. When the apron was done, she asked me to put it on so she could take a picture. Red faced, I did as she asked. The words "Pussy Boi" newly emblazoned in a feminine scrip across the front. The certainly was not the first time either Doc or my wife caused me embarrassment out in public.While I was in the kitchen, Lorna was sitting on the couch, totally naked. Doc was sitting next to her, also naked. His dark black hip was touching my wife's pale white hip. His right hand was pressed between her. .. he replies "are you forgetting something?" I immediately drop to my knees in front of him, head bowed, eyes downcast, thinking this is what he meant. "Are you forgetting something else?" It was then I remember my clothing. I immediately stand up and strip in front of him and then drop back into position. "That's better, but you know additional punishment will be served" "yes Sir" I replied. "What did you want to speak with me about?" Taking a deep breath, I begin."Sir, I know you said. "Was that the price for using your window to spy on your neighbor?" he asks, bending over to retrieve his boxers and trousers."Oh no!" she replies, "That was a for you. The cost of using my shop for surveillance is a lot higher." She pulls the smock over her head and starts untying the bow at her throat.Marlowe stops trying to pull on his pants and steps out of them instead, his cock still upright. He steps toward her and kisses her again, not overly pleased with his own taste, but, knowing she.