"Mentre tolgo l'accappatoio vedo che ha coperto tutti gli specchi condelle lenzuola per non farmi vedere mentre mi veste... a quanto pare vuoleche sia...una sorpresa...La vedo uscire qualcosa da un sacchetto, sicuramente una delle cose chediceva di voler comprare per l'occasione. A prima vista sembravano deiboxer di colore beige, ma non credo lo fossero. Si vedevano dellecuciture strane"Ecco metti queste. Sono delle mutande modellanti, le vendiamo innegozio per quelle clienti che non sono troppo. "Holy shit, are you hard? What do you get off on wearing panties?" Again her taunts only made matters worse, and I felt a little pre-cum begin to leak from the tip of my swollen cockhead. "Shut up, you are making it worse," I plead with her. She grinned from ear to ear, taking pleasure in my newfound sissy role. Throughout the meal, I don't think my cock went limp for even a second. She continued to make comments to me, and even went as far as to drop hints to the waitstaff about me. She would. ‘What do you want?’ Her voice carried that distinctive growl that only crawled from her throat when she was at her angriest. Even with all the words he had said, the fists he had raised-and dropped, all the money he borrowed, he still wasn’t entirely familiar with this mood. It was dangerous and unpredictable, when he thought of it, she was probably in the same boat he was. He could imagine her now, standing somewhere, staring blankly with a fire in those green eyes. Her jaw would be clenched. .. when did you get it?" You remember when I went on Spring Break, last year? Well, Pete Harris and I were walking down the boardwalk and we came across a tattoo parlor..." What?! Pete Harris? My Pete Harris, the counselor of my cabin?" Well, yaah! Now, stop interrupting or I'll stop telling you. And don't think about starting any rumors about the two of us being an item; we were just sharing an apartment, him, me and about another half dozen guys and girls, I'm still not sure how many we were.