“Come on, live a little. He loves it. I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of you doing it, too,” Jess said. Emma just stared without answering.“Aa...on, strip!” Jess barked. She pointed the dildo at me threateningly. I immediately began to undress even though Emma hadn’t actually agreed yet. I was sure that thing would wind up in me regardless of her decision.Jess turned back to Emma. “Have you ever pegged a guy? What am I saying, of course you haven’t. But you’ve played with my husband’s ass enough to. Doorway shrouds in darkness, leaving no way back.Man What is this, my woman's boudoir so I think And yet tis cloaked in airs of menace, Red and blue, mixing together to a purple hue. Not so inviting as I thought it might ...perhaps away I slink No! the door is gone, I here remain Until my woman this way comes again, Releasing me from bounds of silk...Act 2Man is again centre stage, in the boudoir. His dress, though, is moreandrogynous. A suit still, but in. Even the wind had died and the thick full flakes kissed the ground around the store, settling thick and even on the road. The sky was full of grey cloud, not a patch of blue anywhere. Although it was still the morning, it was almost as dark as night, the snow glistening in the glow from the electric lights from the store windows. The bike slowed, and turned, parking in front of the store, by the steps leading up to the sidewalk.The rider wore a long leather coat, hat and goggles, his front. After I was done with my work, I left for home. I got into the first train that arrived.. The train was crowded as usual.. I could spot a corner place near the door and stood there to enjoy the cold evening breeze. On the next station, a few people got off and some got on. There was one man in particular who caught my attention.He was wearing a smart whute colored chinese collared shirt with top 3 buttons open displaying his chest hair. A pair of beige chinos and smart brown shoes. He had long.