It would be much easier to take care of you that way.”“Tsk, tsk.” I said. “And you told me guys don’t do anything for you.”“They don’t.... But if it were your dick I’d surely suck it.”I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re crazy.”“Just as well. It would probably be ten inches in long on you and I couldn’t fit it inside my mouth.”“It would not. Maybe if you were my size yours would be.”“Hmm, let me see. How tall are you, Sue? Six four?”“Yep.”“Okay, that’s seventy six inches to divide by fifty, multiply. A few minutes later Julie called from work withan angry and startled question, "What did you tell John?" When I told her Ihad just suggested she'd like to hear from him she said "OK" and hanged up.A while later she called from work: she'd be home late, her boss had someextra work for her. I was so horny after hearing this my pants bulged allday, I swallowed hard and panted around a lot, trying not to stroke myselftoo much. Was she really going to be at work or was John going to keep herbusy? . Don of the USS Bonneville on an important humanitarian mission to deliver medical supplies to a family restaurant that employs scantily clad human females as waitresses. If we can come to an understanding then we won’t have to destroy you and maybe I can buy you a beer,’ offered Capt. Don. ‘Es un buen día para que te mueras Federación era a!’ ‘They are getting ready to fire sir,’ offered Lt. Solok. ‘Ensign Tommy, fire phasors at the Klingon ship!’ ‘Yes Capt. Don,’ answered Ensign Tommy as he. "Her eyes twinkled in sudden comprehension. "Ahh! I guess it would remind you of that little fantasy."I smiled softly and nodded. That little fantasy, as she referred to it, was a kink I had developed in my early twenties - a voyeuristic craving to hear or watch my partner have sex with another man.During my brief and dispassionate previous marriage, I had never even mentioned this fantasy to my first wife. She hadn't been the sort in whom you would confide anything that smacked of sexual.