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Bound Stacey slid the loop of the leather strap around his left wrist and followed the other end of it to the bedpost where she pulled it taut before tying it fast to the post. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned around to walk to the other side of the bed. She was dressed only in lingerie and heels. Her bra was black lace over royal purple. Her matching panties were actually a combination panty-garter and boned cincher with sheer sides and a thong back. Attached to her garters, her black stockings had a Cuban heel and seamed backs. At the end of her long, shapely legs were a pair of black patent pumps with 5-inch spike heels and ankle straps. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. Her shoulder-length auburn hair flitted and danced around her face as she paced around the bed. 'Let him enjoy the view while he can,' she thought. 'He'll get what's coming to him soon enough.' She pulled on the strap already attached to his right wrist and the other bedpost. "Is this too tight, hon?" she asked. He shook his head no in acknowledgement. "Good," Stacey said. "I want you to be comfortable. We've got a long night ahead of us." His eyes registered a look of uncertainty and she smiled at that. She took a good look at him where he was tied to her bed. He was draped sideways over the side of her bed with both of his hands tied to the posts at the top and bottom of the one side. She'd blindfolded him before she put a pair of white satin crotchless panties on him and had him 'assume the position.' How his cock jumped when the satin slid over it. Next, she'd added a pair of nipple clamps that were joined by a gold chain. She smiled as she remembered how he'd squirmed when she tightened them down and gave the chain a little tug to see that they were seated just right. Just before she bent him over the bed she kissed him deeply and then pulled away quickly. As his mouth was open and searching for hers she slipped the ball gag into his mouth. He slumped a little in defeat as she snapped it in place. It was a special ball gag, she told him. He'd have to wait for the surprise. She removed his blindfold so he could watch her bind him in place. Now she moved to stand behind him. She sat down with her back to his and told him to stand up as far as he could. As he stood, she slid between his legs and pulled his cock down to her waiting mouth. One hand stroked his panties while the other held him firmly between her lips. He moaned at her ministrations and she continued sucking him to make sure he was as hard as he could get. He moaned louder and she stopped and then fastened a studded leather cock sleeve around his cock, completely covering it with the thick black leather. "Don't want you to grind yourself to orgasm too easily while my friend and I are at work, now do we?" He stiffened at that last. "Ohhh. Did I forget to tell you that my friend Susan is coming over tonight as well? Oh, my. Well, no big deal. She'll love the way you look all tied down and vulnerable. Just one more small detail and then we'll be ready for her to arrive." Stacey walked over to her closet and returned with a tube of lube and a butt plug. The plug was about 4 inches long and just over 2 inches across. It was black rubber and shaped just like a penis. She squirted a copious amount of the lube on the plug and then reached between his ass cheeks to put a drop on his puckered hole. "Now this is going to feel just great, remember?" He grunted slightly as she slid the plug into his ass. She worked it back a forth a few times to give him some time to get adjusted to the intrusion. "How do you like your new black lover, lover?" she asked him. "Doesn't he feel just divine in your ass? Here, take all of him." She slid the plug home and watched as his hole closed over the narrower end a little. "There," she said matter-of-factly, "Now we're all ready for your big debut. If you're a good little ass-slut tonight and don't come in your cock sleeve I'll give you a real treat when it's all over. Promise." She patted his ass and then ruffled his hair before putting the blindfold back on him. He heard her close the door behind her as she left the room. He wondered silently to himself how he'd ended up in this position. He'd met Stacey on the Internet a few months earlier, after he saw her pictures posted on a website. They'd exchanged some pretty innocent e-mail for a few weeks, and then things really began to heat up between them. The e-mails became more and more explicit and sexually charged. Things they'd like to do with each other if they could get together. After what seemed an eternity of teasing and hot chat, he'd suddenly been sent to a conference near to where Stacey lived. While he was there, he told his wife, he'd like to drop in on some old Army buddies who lived nearby. "Won't be gone more than a week or so," he told her. His boss had approved the extra time off and he was on his way. He couldn't wait for the conference to end so he could get to see Stacey. He thought about her all day, every day of the conference and didn't really get out of it what he should have. When it was finally over--three agonizing days later--he was packed and in his rental car motoring to see Stacey. 'God this is going to be great,' he thought, 'to finally get to see her in person. Maybe I'll even get lucky and get laid, or at the very least, a hot blow job.' Stacey met him at a local club. She had an elegant beauty to her, dressed in a short black A-line dress with a single strand of pearls around her neck to accent it. They talked for a bit, had a few drinks, and did a little dancing. After a few fast dances, they had a long slow dance. He let his hands drift to her ass and rubbed her cheeks through her dress as they held one another close. She pressed her chest against his and ground her crotch into his thigh as the song progressed. Soon they were kissing and groping each other madly on the dance floor until she finally broke the kiss and pulled away from him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear "I can't wait to get you home and fuck your brains out. C'mon Ron." With a raging hard on he followed her to the door and she tossed him her keys and said, "You drive." As he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine, she reached over and tilted the steering wheel as high as it would go. "I need some room to work," she explained with a wicked grin spreading across her face. As he was pulling out of the parking lot, she was opening the front of his pants and pulling his cock out. She licked her lips in anticipation and then slid him into her mouth. He groaned out loud as she sucked on him while he continued on down the road. "Where are we going?" he asked. "I don't know where you live." "Does it matter right now?" she asked in reply before resuming her work on his throbbing member. "Well, not really, no," he said. "But you're a little low on gas and I don't know how far we have to drive." She looked up over the dashboard for a second. Her hand was still stroking his cock as she looked around. "Turn right up here There's a full service gas station about two miles down on the left." She dove back onto his cock. He made the turn but started to get a little apprehensive as they approached the gas station. "Uhhhhhh, shouldn't we, uh," he started to say. "You want me to stop sucking your cock?" she asked. "Well, no, but won't they . . . I mean, the attendant will . . .," he started again. "Well he doesn't know who you are and he isn't gonna see my face, so what's the problem? Just relax and enjoy." She resumed her work in his lap, sliding him as far into her mouth as she could. He pulled into the gas station and pulled up to the pumps. She looked up at him and said, with her mouth still full, "Rub my ass baby. I want to feel your hands on my ass as I suck your cock." He noticed that her skirt had ridden up quite a bit and he was able to see her garters and stocking tops. The stockings were nude but the garter belt holding them up was pastel pink. "Hey," he said, "Isn't this the garter belt from those pictures you sent me?" She hummed an affirmative reply without stopping what she was doing. "Then you must be wearing the matching silk thong as well," he surmised out loud, and then he slid her skirt up to expose her ass for his hands to rub and saw that he was right. He rubbed his one hand over her smooth bare cheeks, enjoying the way she felt. She moaned a response to his action and pushed herself back against him. Just then there was a tap on the glass. He looked up to see the attendant and he quickly rolled the window down. The attendant leaned over to look in the window and his eyes about bugged out of his head. "You, uh . . . damn! You're on the wrong side of the pump. Shit, man, is she blowing you? Damn!" "Okay, just a minute," Ron said as he started the car and pulled to the other side of the pumps. From the other side of the car he could see the attendant looking through the passenger-side window as he pumped the gas. The attendant watched with interest as he rubbed her exposed ass and her head bobbed up and down in his lap. Ron relaxed in his seat and enjoyed the sensations she was giving him; the fact that it was a 'public' show made him all the hotter. He saw the attendant rubbing his own prick through his coveralls as he watched Stacey work and ogled her ass. "You're so mean," Ron said. "That poor attendant is about to burst out of those coveralls." He heard her chuckle at that. When he finished pumping the gas, the attendant came back around to the driver-side window. He leaned over again and said, "This one's on the house, mister. That's a real hot piece of ass you've got there. Thanks for the show." As he stood, Stacey reached one of her hands out the window and beckoned the attendant to come closer to the window. As he stood next to it, Stacey traced the outline of his cock through his coveralls without her mouth ever leaving Ron's cock. As she started rubbing him, he lowered the zipper to his suit and groaned as she reached inside to pull him out. She braced herself with one hand in Ron's lap and leaned forward far enough to take a lick of the attendant's cock. He groaned louder as she slipped his tool into her mouth and slid it as far down her throat as she could get it. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock for just a moment before dropping her face back into Ron's lap, sucking him back into her waiting mouth. "Let's go," she said. Ron started the car and they zoomed out of the gas station. Ron looked in the rear view mirror and laughed as he watched the attendant, suddenly exposed, scramble to get himself zipped back up. "You really are mean," he laughed. She gave his cock a playful nip for that remark. "Ouch! Okay, okay," he said. She sucked his cock all the way back to her place, peeking over the dash every now and then to give directions. She kept him right on the verge of coming, but never let him. The encounter with the gas station guy had really fired her up and she was ready for some hot fucking and sucking. As soon as they made it through the door of her apartment she all but tackled him. She sat on his chest and raised her dress over her head and pulled it off, throwing it on the loveseat. She was wearing a pink silk bra that matched her garter belt and thong panties. As he gazed up at her body from under her, he reached out and held her waist as he slid his face forward and buried his nose in her crotch, inhaling her scent. The front of her panties were wet and she was having a hard time now keeping her engorged clittie in them. He pulled her panties to one side and freed her throbbing clittie. It looked even bigger than it had in the pictures he used to jack off to all those months ago. He wrapped his hand around her shaft and pumped it slowly up and down. It was every inch of the 9 inches she had told him it was. "Mmmmmmmm," Stacey moaned as he handled her. "Suck me, baby, go ahead. It's what you've been wanting, isn't it? Suck my clittie." "God, yes," he said as he opened his mouth and took her warm clittie inside and wrapped his lips around it. Stacey moaned her appreciation as he sawed her clittie in and out of his mouth. His hands found her ass cheeks as she continued to straddle him, pulling herself up onto her knees a little ways to move her hips in time with his mouth. He cupped her ass and guided her in and out of his mouth. Stacey was moaning with each thrust and he was echoing her noise as she slid back out of his mouth, only to slide right back in again. Her hands found the back of his head and now she was basically kneeling over his head, thrusting her clittie into his open mouth while he applied suction. Although his hands were still on her ass, it was her hands on his head that were now controlling the action. She shifted forward and pulled out of his mouth to settle her ass in her clitties place. "Eat my ass," she said huskily. "Drive your tongue deep in my ass and fuck me with it. C'mon, rim my little brown love-hole. Lube it up real good so you can fuck me silly." He thrust his tongue in her ass and pulled her down onto it as much as he could. She squealed with delight as he tongued her hole and then slid it back inside her. One of his hands found her clittie and started stroking it as his mouth continued its dance on her asshole. She settled down on his face and let him do all the work, probing her tight passage with his tongue time and again. She let out an audible sigh of satisfaction as she relaxed and enjoyed the tongue-reaming she was getting from him. His hot breath felt good down there, and she was going to need something bigger than his tongue all too soon. She pulled away from him, but only long enough to turn over so she could give his aching prick some more attention while he continued worshipping her ass. She moaned almost as loud as he did as his cock slid into her mouth the same time his tongue was returning to her rear passage. She sucked him with renewed vigor. She knew where this was heading and she wanted to get there as soon as possible. He too was attacking her ass like a man possessed. His tongue was thrust out in front of him and his head was moving back and forth quickly, pushing his tongue in and out of her hole. They both moaned more as the pace quickened. Stacey was now swallowing his cock whole and burying her nose in his balls. As she worked on his throbbing member, she slid his opened pants down and off of his legs. His underwear was right behind them, and soon her fingers found his own ass and started probing his back passage hungrily. She felt him start to pulse in her mouth and suddenly took her mouth off of him and squeezed the base of his cock really hard to prevent him from coming. "Not just yet," she said. "I've got something better in mind for you first hard on." She stood up and walked across the room to one of the end tables. He watched her with a hunger in his eyes, devouring every inch of her well-tanned body in the pink silk bra, panties, and garters. She opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and a package of condoms. "Safe sex," she laughed. "Always safe . . . or none at all, and that's just plain unacceptable at this point in time." She knelt over his head again and he instinctively stuck out his tongue to slide it back up her ass. She leaned forward and, bracing herself on her elbows as he licked her ass some more, she opened a condom and rolled it down his shaft, giving it a few strokes to make sure he was as hard as iron. "Mmmmmmm," she said. "You're so hard you could drive nails with this thing." He mumbled an affirmative with his head still buried between her cheeks and his tongue still moving fast and hard. She applied some of the lube to his cock before pulling away from his face and handing the tube to him. "Just to be sure," she said. He heard the sharp intake of her breath as the cold lube hit her asshole where his warm tongue had been moments before. He slid a couple of fingers into her to spread some of the lube up inside her as well. He felt her contract her muscles and grip his fingers tightly. He groaned. "This is going to be fucking awesome, Stacey," he said. "Your ass is so hot and tight. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg for more." She slid forward and he withdrew his fingers. She turned to face him and crouched above him, aiming his throbbing tool at her waiting tunnel. "Maybe you're right," she smiled as she lowered herself onto his cock. "Mmmmmmmmm. Maybe you'll fuck me 'til I beg for more." She had almost all of him inside her now. A small groan escaped from his mouth. She kept going util she was thoroughly impaled by his shaft. "Unnnnnnnnngggghhhhhmmmmm." She squeezed his cock with her muscles now and made him gasp in suprise at how good it felt to be inside her. She released him and slid up a little on his dick before sinking back onto it; she humped him slowly, giving herself a little time to get used to his shape. Then, she punctuated her words with little hard squeezes of his cock. "Or . . . maybe . . . I'll . . . fuck . . . you!" she cried and then she started humping his dick in earnest bouncing up and down on his member. He groaned his pleasure as she bobbed up and down on his dick. "Oh, god, Stacey, you're so fucking unbelievable!" he said. He tried to match her downward thrusts with up-strokes of his own, but she was too overpowering, forcing him back to the floor. "You're too much, you cock-happy little slut. Hop on my dick, baby. Fuck my dick with your hot ass. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She continued her onslaught until her need for controlling the situation had faded and she leaned forward and buried him deep in her ass again. She took off his shirt and sucked on his nipples. He caressed her body, moving his hands from her ass-cheeks up her back and back down to her hips. She leaned farther forward to kiss him and felt his renewed interest as his hips raised to stroke his cock in and out of her. She moaned her appreciation into his mouth as they chased each other's tongues around their joined mouths. She planted her elbows beside his head and felt his hands hold her hips as he fucked her with sure, swift strokes, plunging as deep as the angle would allow him to go and then pulling out to drill back deep inside her. She pulled away from his face and said, "I want you to fuck me doggy-style. I want to feel you all the way inside me and feel your insistent pushing as you unload inside my tight ass. C'mon, hon." She pulled off of him and stood up slowly. She moved over to the loveseat and bent over the front of it, offering her inviting ass to him. He was a bit slower than she was coming up off the floor. "Hurry up, sweetie. Nail me! Pound that tool of yours into me and bang the hell out of me. Fuck me good and hard until I beg for more of your cock." That was all the urging he needed. He almost leaped at her dick first, rushing to replace his bulging cock in her sweet ass. He knelt behind her, but quickly realized that because of her height that he was going to have to crouch to have good access to her hole. He stood up and half crouched as she was pulling her cheeks apart for him to show him her open ass. "Stick it in me, Ron," she said and he complied swiftly. He plunged balls-deep into her with one stroke and she let out a low, gutteral moan. "Ooooohhhhh yeah, Ron, fuck me deep. Screw my ass. Mmmmmmmmmmm." "You got it any way you want it, Stacey," he said. He grabbed her by the shoulders and started to fuck her with fast, deep strokes, pistoning his cock in and out of her so fast it was almost a blur to him when he glanced down. He varied his pace a little, fucking her with quick, short strokes and then with slow, deep, grinding strokes where he pulled all the way out of her until his cock-head was just outside of her ass and then shoved it back in until he hit bottom and ground his groin against her hard. Stacey moaned her appreciation of his efforts with little "umms" and "oohs." Her hands were twisted up into the cushions of the loveseat and she held on to them tightly as he continued to vent his lust on her ass. After what seemed like hours, she finally started to squeeze her ass and grip him as tightly as she could, trying to bring him off inside her. Her back was glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration as he looked down at her. Her sudden squeezing of his cock put him much closer to the edge and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He moved his hands from her shoulders, grabbed her by the hips, and began a series of long fast strokes that he knew would lead to his final release. She sensed his urgency and began meeting his thrusts by pushing backwards against the loveseat. He fucked her hard and fast like that for only a minute or so before he finally announced that he was coming. "Oh, God, Stacey. Oh yeah . . . ummmmm . . . your ass is so hot I'm gonna blow my load . . . Unnnnghhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh." He felt his cock jump as the familiar spasms of his orgasm began. She felt him suddenly swell and thrust all the way inside her. She felt him pulse and throb as he unleashed his pent- up lust into her ass. "Oooooh, yeah baby," she said as she looked over her shoulder at his contorted face, "Fill me up. Come inside me. I can feel you deep in my ass just throbbing. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." He collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the loveseat as he continued in the throes of his passion. She was still trying to move her ass back and forth on his cock as he lay on top of her. He lay there after it was over, still on top of her, feeling his own sweat mingling with hers. She turned her head sideways to kiss him full on the mouth. He returned the kiss hungrily, trying to devour her lips. She broke the kiss after a minute or so and said in a breathless manner, "Are we going to sleep here like this or are you planning on getting up?" "Oh, sorry, Stacey," he said as he lifted himself and released her. His hands, he realized, were still attached to her hips, but his cock was softening now and he thought he should probably pull it out of her. He gave her a few more quick strokes with his semi-flaccid cock before pulling all of the way out of her ass. She moaned at the renewed anal activity, but let out a disappointed sigh when she realized there was nothing to follow. He stood and she straightened to her knees. She looked appraisingly at his cock, getting softer now and shrinking inside the come- filled condom. She reached out and squeezed the empty part of the condom to coat his cock with his own juices before she pulled it off of him. Before his spunk could drip onto the carpet, her mouth was there, sucking on him and cleaning off his cock. She slurped noisily on his dick for a few minutes before finally pulling away to announce, "All clean." She wiped some of his juice off of her chin and licked it off of her fingers. "Mmmmmmmmm, yummy," she said as a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Thank you for the hot fuck." "Do you want me to do anything for you?" he asked shyly. "I mean, ummm, you know, do you wanna?" "Plenty of time for that later," she said, interrupting him as she stood up. He noticed that she was still sporting a very stiff clittie. She leaned in to him and he felt her clittie brush against his own flaccid cock. She planted a come-tasting soul-kiss on him before picking up her dress and heading down the hallway. "You coming, lover-boy? Or do you need a ride back to your hotel? I'm going to change either way." She drove him back to the club to get his car and then he followed her home. She invited him to take a shower with her, and he jumped at the chance. After all the preliminaries of the usual shower routine, she knelt and, with the water spraying on top of her head, proceeded to suck him off. He leaned against the shower wall to steady himself and she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock for the third time that night. She sucked him fast and furiously, using a few soaped up fingers to stimulate his ass as she blew him. He groaned as he spewed his second load that night and Stacey swallowed every drop, licking and squeezing his cock to make sure she got every bit of it. Again, as they were getting out of the shower, he noticed that her clittie was semi-hard and oozing pre-come. "Do you want me to blow you?" Ron asked. "Do you want me to suck you off?" Again, she replied with a mischievous grin, "Plenty of time for that, hon. No rush." She dressed for bed in a black satin babydoll nightie. It had red embroidery on the padded cups and she wore it with a matching full-back satin panty. Even tucked in black panties, he could see the outline of her clittie still leaking fluid and causing a wet spot on the front. She climbed into bed and slid over to one side. It was a beautiful mahogany four-poster bed, queen size with a firm pillow-top mattress set that made it almost 3 feet high. "You coming?" she asked. "I'd offer you something to sleep in, but unless you want to wear something like this," she lifted the hem of her babydoll nightie, "you're on your own. Or you could sleep in the buff. Up to you." She folded back the covers on the side of the bed she'd left for him and then rolled to face away from him, her nightie riding up just enough to give him a tantalizing view of her pantied ass. He slipped into a pair of shorts from the overnight bag he'd grabbed out of his rental car. He gazed at her prone form and the satin nightie she was wearing. Thoughts of the evenings activities and the view of her luscious ass in panties made his cock stir again. He decided against the shorts and slipped them off before climbing into bed next to her. He nestled close behind her and 'spooned' with her. He inhaled the fragrant smell of her hair as his rising cock found itself between the cheeks of her panty-clad ass. She reached back to feel his nakedness and stroke his still-hardening cock a few times. "Aren't we a horny little boy?" she said. She wriggled her ass back against his cock and said, "Time to catch some sleep." She settled back in and he snaked his hand around her hip to cup her satin and lace-covered 'package' in his hand before closing his own eyes. As his hand clasped her clittie in a satin embrace a small sigh escaped her lips. "Good night, lover," she said quietly. He drifted off to sleep quickly, never realizing just how tired he was. He woke to the unmistakable sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around his cock. He was lying on his back on the opposite side of Stacey's bed from where he'd started last night. There wasn't any question in his mind as to whose lips were working their magic on his early morning hard on. He'd felt those lips there no less than three times yesterday. She was all the way under the covers between his legs and sucking him like she was a woman possessed. He watched the up and down motion of the covers as her head bobbed on his prick. He spread his legs farther apart to give her better access and bent his knees to provide a 'tent' for her to work in. Then he peeked under the covers. It was, of course, Stacey. She looked up at him with a smile and pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to say, "Look who's up!" before going back to what she was doing. He lowered the covers and she started to slurp noisily on his member. He lay back and relaxed, enjoying her talented mouth and tongue. Getting a blowjob like this had a kind of ethereal quality to it when you couldn't see the action-- kind of like it was really just your overactive imagination. Pretty soon he stiffened and groaned as he dumped another load of spunk into her mouth. Again, she swallowed it all and drained him dry, squeezing every last drop out of his shaft and balls. She crawled over him to give him a kiss. He felt the soft silkiness of her nightie as its loose hem dragged across his naked body. As she neared to kiss him, he felt her own stiff clittie rubbing up against his softening cock. She was so hard that it was jutting over the waistband of her panties and its pre-come leaked all over his own dick. It felt kind of strange feeling her hardness rubbing its dripping head against his. He opened his mouth to accept her kiss and discovered that she hadn't swallowed all of his spunk because as she kissed him, a copious amount of his own seed drained from her mouth into his. He swallowed because he had little other choice. He had tasted his own sperm before, but never like this! After sharing her morning snack with him, she jumped out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. She came out dressed in a white lace dressing gown with a knee-length white satin peignoir underneath. A pair of 4" heeled maribou slippers completed her look and she said, "I'm going to make breakfast. Eggs and sausage okay?" He mumbled a dazed "uh-huh" as she swept out the door and down the hallway. He threw on his shorts and made a quick stop in the bathroom before padding off down the hallway after her. He followed his nose down the hall, chasing the smell of fresh brewed coffee. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw Stacey standing in front of the stove with a spatula in hand, watching the morning news on a small television set on the counter. She hummed to herself as she prepared breakfast. "Hi, sweetie!" she said brightly when she turned and saw him. "See something you like? You were staring awfully hard." "I sure do," he replied with a grin. "Did I smell coffee?" "Cups are behind me on the counter next to the coffee maker," she pouted. He patted her ass as he walked past her. "I meant you, not the coffee, Stacey," he said wryly. Her smile returned to her face as quickly as it had vanished. "I know, I just wanted to make you sweat a little." He filled a cup with the steaming brew and sat at the small dinette table and watched her graceful form move around the kitchen. He especially liked the view when she bent over to get the trash can from under the counter and drop the egg shells into it. He let out a low whistle as she straightened. She flashed him a smile over her left shoulder. "You're one horny little devil aren't you?" she admonished him. "How many times am I going to have to drain that lovely prick of yours?" "Just seeing you bent over puts ideas in my head is all," he replied. "You have such a sweet ass and those heels make your legs look fantastic." "Flattery will get you everywhere," she said. She bent over the sink and slowly pulled the hem of her robe and peignoir up to expose her pantied ass. She was wearing a pair of white satin bikini panties that matched the peignoir. Much like the baby doll panties from last night, these were also full-backed. All of her bending and walking around the kitchen had made them partially creep into the crack of her ass, defining her rounded firm cheeks. For some reason, Ron found this sight even hotter than her ass in thong panties. He felt himself stiffen slightly, even though it had only been 15 minutes or so since he'd last come. He just couldn't believe how hot she was making him. As she bent over the sink, she slid one hand down over her ass. She caressed her ass-cheeks and ran her middle finger up into her crack, massaging her asshole. She moaned and ground her ass back against her hand, clearly enjoying the feeling. He could see that she was also humping the front of the sink where she was bent over. As suddenly as the show had began, she straightened and let her dressing gown fall back into place. She turned to flash him a quick smile but her smile slowly turned into a broad grin as she watched him rubbing himself through the material of his shorts. He was sporting quite a hard-on and was rubbing it vigorously. "My, my, my," she declared. "Aren't you ever going to stop pulling on that thing?" He hadn't even realised he was rubbing himself and a bright red flush crept slowly up his face. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, letting his hand drop from the front of his shorts. He was now painfully aware of just how hard he was and how obvious it looked through the thin shorts. The fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear only exacerbated the protrusion. She turned, the grin still on her face, and began to prepare breakfast. The smells of the food cooking permeated the air and his thoughts began to wander as he watched her work in front of the stove. He liked the way she moved in her heeled slippers when she crossed the floor to get the plates from another cupboard. Her flowing robe and smooth, shapely legs held his rapt attention. She filled a cup with coffee for herself and came strutting up to the table to deposit it in her place across from him and refilled his cup before replacing the carafe in its place on the burner. She dished out the contents of the skillet onto two plates and brought them over to the table. "Here ya go," she said as she set his plate down in front of him and put hers on her place mat. He noticed when she leaned over to put her plate down that her dressing gown had come partially undone and fell open, revealing the hem of her peignoir. There was a sexy slit on the side and it, too, had fallen open to the point that he could clearly see her clittie nestled inside her panties. It was semi-hard and had leaked enough pre-cum to form a large wet spot in the front of her satin undies. A sudden impulse seized him and he snaked one arm around her, sliding it up her right leg to her ass. "Oh, my!" was all she had time to exclaim before his head dove under her hemline and he began to rub his cheek against her satin-covered clittie. His one hand continued to stroke her ass through her panties as the other one moved up between her legs to begin caressing her balls. She moaned loudly and parted her legs slightly to give his hands better access. He felt her clittie twitch and grow against his cheek and he turned to nuzzle it with his nose. He slid his head down to her balls and inhaled her scent deeply, quickly returning to again nuzzle at her clittie. He began to mouth her hungrily, covering his teeth with is lips and 'gumming' her growing stiffness. The more he mouthed her, the louder she moaned. She reached up and untied the front of her gown, letting it fall all the way open. She lifted the hem of her peignoir and watched him. "That feels wonderful," she said slowly. "Don't stop." Encouraged by her words, he reached one hand up and began to tug at the waistband of her panties. She pulled away slightly. "Lick me," she said. He mumbled an affirmative and, again, tried to pull her panties down. "LICK ME," she said louder. He immediately grasped her meaning and started to lick her hardness through the satin material of her panties. He licked for all he was worth and could taste her pre-cum as his saliva mingled with it. He flicked the head of her clittie with the tip of his tongue and took as much of her head into his mouth as the panties would allow. He flattened his tongue and wet her whole shaft from bottom to top, reveling in the way she jumped when he licked his way up from her balls to the head and sucked it into his mouth. "Yes, that's it, baby," she cooed. "Mmmmmmmm. Lick me good. Good, mmmmmmmm, oh yeah." She was standing beside the table and he was seated in front of her with his head buried in her crotch. Her hips were thrust slightly forward, making her lean backwards a bit. His efforts felt wonderful, and Stacey was tempted to reward him with a big mouthful of her jism. Then she paused and thought reward him? Hell with that, reward me! She lifted her hems and turned around, sticking her rear right back into his face. "Tongue my asshole," she said. He dove, nose first, into her pantied rear, trying to slide his tongue between her satin-covered cheeks to reach her little brown pucker. He wasn't having much luck through the panties because the farther she bent over, the tighter the material pulled across her ass. "Stacey," he gasped, "I can't get to your sweet hole with your panties in the way." "Find a way, then," she replied. "Use your imagination." Once again, she felt his hands at the waistband of her panties about to draw them down her legs. "Stop that!" she barked. "Give me both of your hands right now." He slid one hand past her to either side of her. She took one of his hands and used it to cup her balls, and the other one she planted firmly around her shaft. "Now don't let go," she warned, "and get busy with that tongue, my ass is waiting." He renewed his efforts to reach her ass through the panties, enjoying how her clittie and balls felt in his hands. She was hard as iron and her balls were pulled up close to her body. They were extremely warm and firm and he could almost feel the sperm seething inside them, waiting for release. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it before? He got down off of the chair and knelt down behind her, careful not to lose his grip on her equipment. He pushed his head up into the area between where her buns ended and her balls began. Down here, he thought to himself, the material gathers loosely. He thrust his tongue toward the fabric and was rewarded for his diligence when the gusset gave way and allowed his tongue inside her panties. At first he tongued the base of her balls from behind while he tried to figure out how he was going to get from this position to her ass. She moaned as his tongue licked the area between her balls and asshole, flicking up close to her balls and then back down again. She shifted her position slightly to give him a better shot at what she really wanted. With her shift in stance, her panties had bunched up even further between her legs and gave him just enough room to use his tongue to push the crotch of her panties slightly to one side, opening his way to her asshole. At first he just gave it a few tentative licks. Stacey moaned and ground her ass back onto his face even further. He stiffened his tongue and thrust it forward into her hot brown love hole. Stacey groaned. He worked his jaw back and forth, pushing his tongue in and out of her tight passage. Stacey groaned louder. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. That's good, baby. Ooooooh yeah. Fuck my ass with your tongue. Unnnnnghhhhhh." He worked his tongue in and out of her ass, keeping up a furious pace. He suddenly became mindful of what his hands were filled with and started slowly massaging her balls with one hand while he jacked her panty-clad shaft in his other one. Her moaned response spurred him on to greater efforts. He assaulted her ass with his tongue--now flicking at her hole with the tip of his tongue, now sliding it down to her balls and back up to the top of her crack, now plunging as much of it into her as he could. His hands tried to keep up the same pace with her swollen clittie, pumping up and down in time with his tongue's work in her rear. Just as he thought she was on the edge of filling her panties and his hand full of her hot spunk, she pulled his hands away from her and turned suddenly around. Ron, still leaning forward with his tongue thrust out, suddenly found himself lapping at her stained panties and the hardness inside them. Again, she pulled away, this time out of his reach. She slowly dropped her hemline and tied her robe back into place. He could clearly see the hardness in her panties, even through the robe. Ron let out an audible sigh. "Why so glum, dearest?" Stacey asked him. "Well, it's just that you've been absolutely wonderful to me; even before we actually met. You used to send me all those hot pictures of yourself, and all those stories too. I used to have fantasies about getting together with you. And you've made almost all of my fantasies come true, too. I just wish you'd let me help you out." "What do you mean, 'let me help you out'?" she asked. "Well, you've been sucking my cock and eating my come and letting me take you up the ass. Hell, I've come three times in the last twelve hours, and aside from letting me suck on your clittie for a little while last night and just now, you haven't given me the opportunity to return the favor. I know you know how much I'd love to let you fuck me in my ass, how much I'd love to suck your clittie and swallow a big load of your come. I just . . ." Stacey reached over and 'shushed' him with a single finger across his lips. She took his hand and guided him to his feet. She slowly pulled his shorts down around his ankles and turned him around, bending him over the clear end of the table. "Oh yesssss," he groaned. She reached between his legs and pulled his cock back between them, stroking it as she did so. He felt the touch of satin as she wrapped the hem of her peignoir around his cock and continued to jerk it slowly and sensuously. He squirmed and wriggled his behind, inviting her to let go of his cock and slide her meaty shaft into his ass. She placed one of her hands on the small of his back and the other kept its grip on his cock, masturbating it in the folds of her silky lingerie. He felt her thumb slip between the cheeks of his ass and probe gently for his hole, pressing against its tightness. The wetness of her tongue replaced her thumb, licking and poking inside of him and spreading its saliva everywhere. He shuddered, and then tried to relax as her thumb, aided by the moisture her tongue had left behind, slipped into his ass. Her thumb soon joined the rhythm that her other hand was using to keep stroking his prick. The stimulation of his cock in conjunction with the fingering his ass was getting combined to push him to the edge of yet another orgasm. "Stacey . . .," he gasped. "Stacey, hon, please don't . . . not yet . . . I . . . Oh God . . . Oh oh oh . . ." His legs began to tremble with the sheer force of his impending orgasm. He only half felt her thumb withdraw from his ass; only half felt the sensation of heat rising up the length of his inverted cock into his crotch that he'd never felt before. The silky feel of the peignoir was gone and her bare hand jerked him faster and faster until he exploded, sending a torrent of come gushing from the end of his prick. He moaned in the throes of her ministrations, coming and coming as she continued to pump his softening dick. When his head was a little more clear and he began to wonder at the source of the heat, which was still rose between his legs. He was about to turn his head when he felt Stacey's full weight pressing down on his back. He felt her bare clittie, as stiff as ever and leaking pre-cum, slide between his exposed ass cheeks and hump his crack. It left a sticky trail all the way up to the small of his back, and she continued to coat his ass-cheeks with her fluid. She leaned into him and put her mouth next to his ear. He felt her hot breath on his neck as she said something that made him shudder--half from fear, half from desire. He knew he'd always remember those words. "Make no mistake, Ron, I have every intention of fucking that ass of yours. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life. Before you leave you're going to have the opportunity to drink plenty of come from my clittie. Your ass is going to get fucked so much that all the way home, on the plane, you're going to find it hard to sit down without your hole throbbing and begging you to get some more she-dick. I'm going to possess you body and soul!" Stacey stood up, releasing him. She put herself back together and was seated across the table at her place by the time he stood up and pulled his shorts back on. He sat down, half stunned into silence. He picked up his cup of coffee for a sip when a strange smell hit him. He looked down and suddenly saw the source of the heat he had felt. She had had him shoot off into his own coffee cup. His come was kind of floating on top of the coffee, though from how much he'd come, he was sure most of it had already sunk to the bottom of the cup. "Did you say you took cream in your coffee?" Stacey said. She smiled her disarming smile and acted as if nothing had just happened. "Drink up, hon and you'd better get to that breakfast too. It won't be any good cold." "Stacey, what just happened?" he asked, still somewhat dumbfounded. "Why, I believe I just finger-fucked your ass and jacked you off into your coffee cup, hon." She smiled again and raised her own coffee cup to her lips. "Cheers." Several days later, Ron was beginning to wonder if Stacey was going to be true to her promise of letting him please her. She kept up a strict regimen of sucking him off at every opportunity. She blew him while driving around sightseeing. She swallowed his cock in a secluded part of the local art museum. She gulped down his spunk in the middle of a pile of bushes in the local park in broad daylight. She fingered his ass when circumstances permitted, mostly at her apartment. He woke up every morning with her lips on his cock and went to bed every night with a blowjob in the shower. He always slept in a semi-hard state with his prick nestled between the cheeks of her pantied ass. He fucked her ass at least twice a day in between her oral sessions. She seemed insatiable. He always used a condom, and she always made sure to remove it and clean off his cock with her mouth. He did her missionary style, doggie style, her-on-top, standing up, bent over the kitchen counter; he did her ass in just about every conceivable position, and even a few he had never conceived. Sometimes she would let him suck her clittie, but never to completion. She always insisted that he eat her ass and give her whole crotch area a tongue bath. Several times, while he was doing her from behind, she had him pull out just before he came, whip off the condom, and shoot his load onto her back and ass. She rubbed some of it into her skin and had him lick the rest off, especially the spunk that ran down the crack of her well-fucked ass. Then, on his fifth day, he awoke alone in bed; Stacey was not there in her usual position between his legs with his cock in her mouth. Thinking that maybe she got up late or something, he rolled over to drift back off to sleep, awaiting her talented mouth for his morning blowjob. Moments later, she stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her. He smiled to himself, pretending to still be asleep while waiting to feel her slide under the covers from the foot of the bed to begin her morning ritual. He suddenly felt something slapping against his cheek, and his eyes instantly flew open. Stacey had lifted the bottom of her towel and was spanking his face with her clittie! "Suck," she commanded. "Well good morn . . .," he began. "SUCK," she said again, louder this time. He opened his mouth and began to work on her half-hard clittie. He mouthed her hungrily, licking and kissing her and sliding her member down his throat while it was still soft enough to fit. She stood there impassively, watching her clittie fill his mouth. He worked her back and forth with his lips, sucking and licking until she had grown to her full, proud nine inches. He could feel the head of her clittie swell in his mouth and longed to feel her seed spurting to the back of his throat. She pulled out of his warm and willing mouth and bent over, leaning against the bedroom wall. "Lick," she commanded. He all but fell out of bed trying to get to her ass quickly. He spread her cheeks and drove his tongue into her waiting hole. Again, he noticed the lack of response from her. Normally she moaned and writhed under his tongue. Somewhat confused by this sudden change in her behavior he nonetheless renewed his efforts at her sweet hole, determined to get a moan out of her. He reached one hand around to jack her clittie while he ate her ass. As soon as he got his hand wrapped around her smooth shaft, he felt the stinging slap of her hand on his. "No," she said. "Lick." He continued working on her ass, licking her from top to bottom and at all points in between. Still no response from her, he thought. He re-doubled his action, licking faster and plunging his tongue deeper. Just about the time he was sure he had her and she was about to let some sort of noise escape her lips, she straightened and turned back around. He found himself staring at her clittie again. There was a copious amount of pre-cum glistening on the head and it had started running down her shaft. "Suck," she said again. "How did I know you were go. . .," he started to say. "SUCK," she said sternly. He licked the pre-cum from her shaft before engulfing the head in his mouth again. Once he had her clittie back in his mouth, she immediately grabbed him by the ears and shoved herself to the back of his throat, making him gag. He pulled back slightly, trying to catch his breath, but she pushed herself to the back of his throat again, more forceful this time. Again he gagged, trying to expel her from his mouth. "Swallow," she said and pushed her clittie to the back of his throat once again. Again he gagged. "Stacey, I . . .," he said around his mouth full. "SWALLOW!" she said. Ron tried to take her swollen clittie all the way down his throat a fourth and fifth time unsuccessfully, gagging mightily each time. He continued trying to force her past his gag reflex. He soon lost count of the number of times he'd tried. Stacey released his ears and stood back from him a bit. "Lay down," she said, pointing to the bed. Figuring she was ready to take his ass, he climbed on the bed on all fours and squatted down, offering his backside to her. "Roll over," she snapped. He complied, lifting his legs and bending at the knees, still offering her his ass. She wants to take me in the missionary position, he thought. She wants to fuck me like a guy would a girl. Instead of climbing on the bed, much to his disappointment, she walked around to the other side of the bed and lifted her towel once more. Her one word command was predictable. "Suck." He slid himself toward her, opening his mouth to receive her member once more. She stepped slightly forward, planting her balls and sensitive underside firmly on his mouth. He was still on his back, and his tongue worked at a furious pace on her balls. He licked her sweet spot, almost reaching her asshole before gently sucking her balls in turn into his mouth. She slowly eased away from him. She obviously didn't want him to stop, and her pace was such that he had to slide his head off the edge of the bed to keep his mouth connected to her crotch. She let him continue his tongue action for a few minutes before she pulled away from him, leaving his head dangling over the edge of the bed. Again, her monosyllabic command came. "Suck." He opened his mouth once more, and she inserted her clittie, sticky with pre-cum. She pulled it out momentarily to rub the mixture of his saliva and her semen all over his mouth and chin, using the head of her clittie like a paintbrush. She spanked his cheeks and chin again before sliding her rod back into his wet, open mouth. He applied suction to her shaft as she poked his mouth. After a few good minutes of receiving her thrusts, when they seemed to just be getting into a good rhythm, she pulled back so that just the head of her clittie was planted in his mouth. He knew she could see the chagrin on his face when she said for the third time, "Swallow." She grabbed his head and forced herself to the back of his throat. He gagged. She pulled back and thrust again. He gagged again. She continued her assault on his mouth and throat, with him gagging each time. Just when he thought he could take no more, he let his head hang back a little further and relaxed his neck just slightly in defeat. She shoved her clittie to the back of his throat again, only this time it seemed to open up, allowing her bulbous head to slide on down. He almost gagged again in his shock and amazement, but the feeling of her clittie sliding down his throat was a new sensation and he relaxed a little more to allow her to continue. She grabbed his head and held it firm, thrusting her hips forward and back, fucking his mouth and throat with deep, fast strokes. After a few minutes, she slowed her pace and slid forward, leaning over his body. She had stopped thrusting her clittie altogether and he felt her hands pulling down his shorts. As he felt her lips engulfing his own cock, he heard her say, "Swallow." He lunged forward, trying to relax his throat, gagging once more, but then successful. Her lips worked their magic on his cock while he fucked her clittie with his face. He couldn't believe how erotic the whole scene must look with him on his back, his head bobbing between her spread legs as her head bobbed up and down between his in a hot sixty- nine. The thought of that scene playing in his head as she sucked his cock was making him hotter than he could remember. When she recognized the signs of his impending orgasm, she stopped at once, standing back up. He let a low moan of dissatisfaction escape from between his lips, but he never took his mouth off of her. As she straightened, he bent his head back more to accommodate her new angle. She reached over and twisted his nipples between the fingers of each of her hands, using them to hold onto as she renewed her efforts at face-fucking him. At first he writhed in pain, but it soon subsided and the gentle (and sometimes not-so-gentle) tugging in time with her thrusts into his mouth melted into a kind of pleasure-pain response. After what seemed like half an hour of this, she finally released her grip on his nipples and stopped her steady strokes into his mouth. She pulled all the way out of his mouth, leaving it gaping open. Slowly, she re-inserted her clittie and eased it with a deliberate pace down his throat. She adjusted her footing a little, and continued sliding herself down his throat until she reached bottom. As she 'hit bottom' she took his head in her hands once more and slowly and sensuously ground her hips against his face. Her balls, mashed up against his nose, almost blocked off his air supply. She pulled slowly out of his mouth and repeated her leisurely, deep thrust and pelvic grind several more times. Then she pulled out and stepped back, walking from the room into the bathroom. He felt a little let down that she hadn't seen fit to gift him with her spunk. She still hadn't spoken anything more than the few simple commands he'd obeyed without thinking; and she'd just fucked the hell out of his mouth without so much as a moan of pleasure. As he lay on the bed, his head still hanging over the edge, he was deep in thought about the mornings events. My how quickly things had changed! She went from giving him a morning blow job to taking his own mouth instead, and she had been none too gentle about it! He was barely conscious of the water he heard running in the background. The only thought to cross his mind was that she'd already showered once this morning. She came out of the bathroom dressed in a satin babydoll and dressing gown set, this one was red and the gown was hemmed and cuffed with frothy lace. When she bent over to pick up his shorts where she'd thrown them, he saw that the rear of the matching panty was covered in rows and rows of ruffled lace as well. He felt his dick twitch at the sight of her bent over, dripping with lace and sex appeal. He gave a low wolf whistle, and was rewarded with a smile from her. He could still hear the water running in the background. "Your bath's almost ready," she said genially. Her demeanor had shifted 180 degrees from when she'd come out of the bathroom last time. "It's nice and hot, just the way I like it. I'm sure you will too." She whisked back into the bathroom and he heard the water stop. "C'mon," she urged him, "You don't want this to get cold!" He rolled himself over and got out of bed. As he walked into the bathroom, he saw her bent over once again, this time testing the water. Damn she looked good! He held her hips in his hands and ground his rising cock into her ruffle-pantied ass. "You look sooo damn sexy bent over like that," he said. She stood up and rewarded him with another captivating smile. She reached down and stroked his hardening member a few times, before bending over once more. This time she bent over to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Then she sucked him partly into her mouth a few times then stood up. "Be sure to wash your hair with the hand-sprayer, hon," she said, still smiling. "I added some of my favorite oils and stuff to the bath just for you. You won't want to get any of it in your hair . . . it's for your skin. It'll make it all soft and caressible. Have a nice soak!" And she was gone. Ron slowly lowered himself into the steaming water. It was hot! He wondered if she'd even run any cold in it at all. When he had finally made it all the way in the tub, he leaned back on a conveniently placed bath-pillow and just kind of lazed in the water and enjoyed himself. He was really getting into relaxing when she reappeared next to the tub holding a cup. "Hiya hon," she said brightly, "here's a cup of camomile with some honey in it for your throat." He opened his eyes to accept the cup. "My throat? What's wrong with my throat?" "It's going to be a little sore later on, hon. Trust me." She giggled. "Sore. . .?" has asked. Then it dawned on him. "Oh, right. Well, I guess you'd know more about that than I would." "At least I do right now," she said cryptically as she left him alone again. He kind of drifted in and out of conscious thought as he sipped at the tea, which he'd never had before but found to be quite good. When he finished the tea, he set the cup aside and then really relaxed, only rousing himself to wash his hair when the water began to chill. After washing his hair, he pulled the plug on the drain and then stood to rinse himself off with the hand sprayer. As he rinsed his arms, he saw a copious amount of hair wash down his arm and into the water. He looked closer at the water and saw a fine layer of hair hovering toward the bottom of the tub. "What the. . .," he said. A quick rinse of his other arm produced the same results. He quickly dropped the sprayer and tugged at his underarm hair, which came out neatly in clumps. He was frantic now. He picked up the sprayer and rinsed his legs, watching all the hair from them go down the drain. Dismayed, he turned the nozzle toward his crotch, almost sure of what he'd find there. His worst fears were confirmed. The spray from the handset neatly washed all of his body hair away, leaving him as smooth as a new born baby--completely smooth everywhere from the neck down. Not a stitch of hair remained. "Stacey!!!!" he screamed. "Stacey, come here quick!!!" Her rapid entrance into the room made him suddenly suspicious. She must have been standing outside the door the whole time. Or had she? She was dressed, so maybe that was it, she had been getting dressed and just happened to be near when he called. "What's the matter, Ron?" she asked. "Look at me!" he said, his voice almost cracking in hysteria. "Just look!" "Why, you're naked!" she exclaimed. A hint of tease was in her voice. "Should I avert my eyes?" She half-covered her eyes, spreading her fingers wide apart to peek through. "All my hair washed off!" he said, getting better control of his voice. "Look at me!" She moved closer now, appraising the way he looked. She was wearing a pair of black patent high-heeled sandals, black capri pants, and a white button-down collared blouse with 3/4 turned-up sleeves. The polish on her fingernails matched that of her exposed toes. He could smell her freshly applied perfume. Its smell was intoxicating. She ran a hand up his arm and then down his chest. Her hand went around to rub his ass before travelling down his legs. She had to bend over slightly to reach his calves before her hand switched legs and wandered back up. Although her hand had reached his crotch and was massaging his naked balls and rubbing the smoothness where his pubic thatch had been, she made no effort to stand back up, instead leaving her head (and mouth) at his crotch level. She grabbed his cock and pulled it straight up out of her way and her mouth descended on his hairless balls. She licked him all over down there. She ran her tongue all the way around his balls and shaft, making sure to cover the area where his pubic hair had been thoroughly with her saliva before taking his cock all the way down her throat. With her nose buried in his bald pubic area, her tongue now snaked out of her mouth and tongued his balls while she kept his growing cock down her throat. She slid her mouth off of his manhood with a noisy slurping sound, leaving him dangling there in front of her face. She stood then and fixed him with a level gaze. "I like how sexy you look without any body hair. It makes me want to run my tongue all over your body. It makes me want to plunge my tongue up your ass and lube you up for the main event." She turned to leave, her ass swaying invitingly in her tight pants at the top of her long legs in sexy heels. "You coming?" she said over her shoulder. He grabbed the soft, fluffy towel and quickly dried off. When he got to the bedroom, he saw that she had laid some clothes out for him to wear. He quickly slipped into the shirt and reached for his shorts when he realized that there was no underwear. "Hey Stacey," he called out, "have you seen my underwear?" He heard her heels clicking their way down the hall. "What, hon?" "You laid these clothes out for me but forgot my underwear." "No, I didn't." "Well, there isn't any here." "That's because you don't have any more clean pairs left. I guess we used them all up." She smiled a naughty little grin. "Well, that's okay," he said, "I'll just wear a dirty pair then. It's only just for today." "That would be good except for two reasons," she said. "One, I'm not putting my mouth on any cock that's spent all day in dirty underwear. And two, I just threw them all in the washing machine. We don't have time to wait for them to wash and dry. We've got to get going." "But these are corderoy shorts," he said. "If I don't wear some underwear, my Johnson will be rubbed raw before lunch. Give me another pair of shorts instead." "I'd love to, hon, but that was your last change of clothes, except for your business attire. Want me to get you your suit?" "What about that khaki pair I wore two days ago? Where are they?" "In the machine with your underwear. Why are you freaking out about this? C'mon. Get dressed so we can go." She stood impassively with her arms crossed, waiting. "But . . ." "I'm waiting." "Well . . .," he pulled his shorts on quickly. "Let me get my shoes and socks on." He sat down on the edge of the bed an