My old "tighty-whiteys" had long ago disappeared into some closet or drawer or box in the attic. I pulled on the longest polo shirt I had, which just... barely went down to the cheeks of my ass. I had worn the jeans out and about on several other occasions, but it still filled me with the dread of being made as a man in women's clothes, especially with my shaved legs. We went out for bagel sandwiches and by the time we were back home it began to thunderstorm. We ate our sandwiches in the. She opened the case and read Mary’s message. She dropped it on the floor as if it was a red-hot poker. She gazed down at me and smiled cruelly. ‘You’ve made a huge mistake, Penny, darling. You’ve already lost your husband, and now you’ve thrown away your career. I hope you’re happy.’ I was about to ask her what she meant by losing my husband, when she opened her hand and dropped three poker chip into my lap. When I looked down at the chips, Isabella sailed the hotel card into my lap, as well.. She grinds her tight little sixteen year old ass up against my crotch and I quickly get the idea to strip off my clothes as well. Once I'm naked she quickly starts to give me a blow job acting as if she had given hundreds even though I knew she had never even touched a penis before, being the stuck up feminist bitch she was. After deep throating on my cock for a solid minute, she crawled up on the bed and started to attack my neck with kisses. She took one of my hands and guided it into her. Then he pore whisky in two glasses and mix some soda into it and gave me one glass and he took the other. We both had a sip and he took me to his bed room. We both sat on his bed. Then I had my second sip of the whisky he then came close to me and said “I want to taste the whisky from your lips” and came close to me gave me a kiss on my kip. Actually he sucked my lip rather than kissing my lip… he was sucking my lips like a baby sucking the breast.Then he pushed me on the bed and climb over me….