One glance into them and I knew she could beat me to an inch of my life or further if she so chose. And I couldn’t look away. Just one look and I wa...s already infatuated with the woman before me. ‘I see what you are doing, Troy!’ The voice of Janet came from behind and I turned my head just in time to see her purse arching down toward me. ‘I can’t believe you would have the audacity to look up a client’s skirt, you pervert.’ The force of the blow was enough to flatten me to the ground. What did. “It’s more a case of what you do wear,” said Emily enigmatically. “And you might not have everything handy. But don’t worry, Calum can lend you some stuff. Can’t you, fam?”“Mi casa es su casa,” said Calum, with a terrible Spanish accent. “We might as well have a look now, in case something doesn’t fit and we need to go shopping this afternoon.”They went next door, and Calum opened his wardrobe.“Now,” he said, rustling about and pulling out something on a hanger, “this might do for starters.”He. Then my married reader asked me to share my photo and I asked her to share her photo also. She was pleased with my photo and complimented me on my beard. Then she sent me her photo. I was just awestruck just by looking at it. Nikita was a fucking bombshell and looking like a goddess of sex!She then asked me to share my penis photo and her response to it was, “Wow, I want it now.” I was delighted just by imagining about it, but it was not possible due to the lockdown.We started chatting again. So when you see a picture of me, with my throbbing massive cock on display, know it isn’t my erection that has you mystified, but the entirety of my body, firmly postured with my chin up and a look of utter conquering on my face. It isn’t cocky, it isn’t overconfident. It doesn’t preclude me from a sense humour nor does it define who I am outside of the bedroom. It is merely the reflection of my sexuality, a sexuality that I’ve chosen to grasp and own. I make no apologies for it and don’t care.