There was atext message from Ms Karen telling me thank you for the fun night. Myheart sunk as I now realized he had my phone number and could call or...ext anytime he wanted. I quickly felt ill but had no time to doanything about it when my Lady came home. She looked a bit drunk andtold me how pathetic I was and at least I could have cleaned the disheswhile she was out instead of playing stupid games on the internet. Ididn't want to fight so I went in the kitchen and started putting thingsin the. Tracy and Suzy were already up, making coffee and breakfast for all of us, and Brooke was still next to me in bed. I tried to ignore the phone, but after a couple seconds of pause, the phone would just start ringing again.Picking up the phone, I answered, “Hello?”“Jesse! Where the hell were you last night?” the voice on the other end asked.It was my friend Mark. My heart skipped a beat from hearing his voice. Finally, I calmed down and replied, “I had some business to take care of.” “Well, did. He slammed his fat dick in and out of me over and over, and I could feel and hear his balls slapping against my ass. It was fantastic. After about ten minutes it was starting to feel weird. It had been such an intense and unfamiliar sensation that part of me wanted it to last forever, while the other part wanted him to hurry up and finish. His pace quickened and the sound of his nuts slapping against my wet ass grew louder and louder. I was amazed when I realized that I was moaning like a. "Truly you did not lie, Master, they are beautiful."And she started forward intent on getting her hands on the merchandise.There must be some sort of etiquette that applies in lingerie departments, but being a mere male I have no idea what it is. But of one thing I am sure, running your hands all over the garments displayed on artistic representations of female breasts and buttocks definitely isn't the 'done thing'. I may be wrong, of course, where females are concerned I cannot claim to have a.