Most of the time the scenario involved getting my Joe to "talk". I would give only name, rank and serial number like I learned watching "Combat" and ...other TV shows. Mark wasn't interested in enemy secrets. He took my figurine, hands bound behind the back, kneeling position (GI Joe of that time was fortunate to have articulating joints...thanks Hasbro!) and then Mark would position his guy standing in front, hands on hips, and pull his uniform pants to the knees. Pushing my guys face to his. Me: (in a serious tone) I can’t change in front of you.She: Shut up, you are talking like you haven’t seen me with fewer clothes. It just now happened. See I’m still in bra and forgot to put top. By the way, I haven’t seen your ‘dhishoom’ type of body.Me: Nahi main apavitra ho jaunga. (I will become impure) (laughed)Then she pulled me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She removed my shirt and said, “Wow, you have a fit body.” I laughed. She told me, “I order you to be shirtless at night.” Then. “Okay, ladies” my wife said, “Now I want you two to get into a 69 position on the floor, with Christy on the bottom. We are going to take care of Jen next.”They got into position, both eyeing the large strap-on, not out of fear, but lust. They both were hoping on getting fucked by that monster. My wife positioned herself behind Jen and told them to get started on each other’s pussies. While Christy was licking Jen, my wife moved forward and placed the strap-on at the entrance of Jen’s pussy.. She let out a long, deep sigh."That's what you want, ain't it?" Tony said.Pam nodded. Her hand squeezed and moved up and down slowly. He grabbed her around the waist."Come on. Sit down next to me."He pulled her down to the sofa beside him and she reached for his cock again. It rose from his lap like a small tower carved from pink marble. The shaft tapered from the bottom, where it attached to his body, up to the round top, and it curved back toward his body. It was a little bigger than Mr..