And not untill the hostess showed us to our table did I let up. I pulled my wife's chair out for her and as I leaned in to help her set down she whisp...red are you haveing enough fun with that? After ordering drinks I excused myself to the rest room. On the way back I could see out table from down the hall. I stopped and pulled the fob from my pocket. From where I was standing I could see only the back of my wife's head. I pressed the number three button. Her hair bounched a little when it first. .. he'll need a veil to hide that red face... and what about some frilly lingerie... oh yes, something to get the boys interested... and something sexy for the wedding night... ooh we can help him get all dressed up too!"I was at the point of making a run for it by now but the manager sensed they'd gone too far and thankfully stepped in. She suggested I return another day around closing time."We'll shut up shop and you can take as long as you like to have a good look at all the pretty dresses. It’s not a judgement. It’s a statement saying, ‘just let go and enjoy’, no one has the right to judge you in any way. Why is it ok for men to be called studs, in a positive fashion when they shag a lot, but when women open their legs a lot, they called sluts, whores, slags, etc, and that in turn is denigrating within itself? I allow all my women to express themselves in any way they deem fit, and fuck society, it’s rules and morals. Sex is something for all of us to explore and enjoy to it’s. "We could easily have been killed a year ago when we were stormed by that trillionaire's arsenal of missiles. If your friends, the Holy Coalition, had succeeded in overrunning the Intrepid we'd have been tortured and roasted alive rather than killed. You saw what they did to each other. What would they do to us?" They weren't quite my friends," said Emmanuel as he grasped his husband's erect penis on the bed where they lay. "But you're right. They had no concept of tolerance or mercy." And.