Corseting Your Male
Corseting Your Male By Judith Gold Cynthia was sitting at the kitchen counter bent over her laptop when Peter arrived home from work. Peter tossed his raincoat and brief case on the bench in the hallway and walked to the refrigerator, popping open his first beer of the day. "Hey Cyn, how was your day?" "Hi Peter. It was ok; no major disasters." "What are you working on honey?" "Actually I am reading an E-book. No office work for this girl tonight." Peter chugged about...