I bet youpaid a good fifty or sixty bucks for this." About that," I replied."Then you may as well get some use out of it. Put it on. I'm assumingyou k...now how. OK, now the shirt. Good. Now, let's get a nice picture."She pulled out her phone and took several, turning me sideways to showoff my shape, but having me face the camera to show off my eyes."We'll talk more tonight," she said. She pulled out right behind me andwe both headed off for work. For her, it was just a couple of miles, butI had a. Then she began to talk about her boyfriend. His name was Lloyd and from what I could gather he had already been expelled and spent most days at the snooker hall. She went on and on for a while - me listening sympathetically. I kept the conversation going. Asking about her family. She had no dad. He disappeared when she was a baby. I said that I was sorry. I began to caress her thighs a little - loving the touch of dark stocking on my fingers. Her breathing seemed to deepen and I noticed her. Though his cock was rather small, it stiffened as much as it could stiffen.He was so excited to do the Libation that he had trouble making himself 'last' for very long; but that had always been his problem; and that was why he was certain that his wife was having sex with some other guy! The thought of his wife fucking another guy (a guy with a much bigger dick than the one he had) filled him with an incredible amount of excitement!"Oh, Master," he said out loud (to the Alpha Male who now. The large back patio had been converted into a bar area with high tables around the patio railing overlooking the carefully manicured lawns. Finding a table, Michael sat under the shelter of the large umbrella that kept the now falling mist from soaking him through. ‘What can I get you?’ The pretty little barmaid asked as she sat in the seat opposite him. ‘Whiskey please, neat’ Michael replied. She gave him a dazzling smile and moved off towards the bar. ‘What is it with the women today,’ he.