Does that make sense? It felt odd to me as well but there was several days that I couldn’t wait to sneak into the basement, put my cock in chastity,...put a plug up my ass, and then relax. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn’t mean I wanted sex. I have been contemplating this paradox for the past several weeks. If you have any insight, please let me know.As I was doing this, I continued to correspond. "I nodded in agreement. Holy shit! Vice President did he say? He opened the door, and Debbie was standing there. She looked magnificent. She had really tight bike shorts, sneakers and puffy sweatshirt. Just like she stepped off California beach. She had some small bruises on her face, probably from the gag, and some on her wrists and ankles. Probably for the same reason I did. But she looked radiant. And she had her eyes locked onto mine. She kissed her Dad, said she loved him, and shoved him. But if you talk to Tom about it, and he wants to see... we can make a tape for him."Nicki's eyes widened at the thought of her husband watching her up on that thing. "Come on," Tasha urged, turning off the video and standing up. "You don't have to get undressed if you don't want. Just take your panties off."Flushing, Nicki stood, slipping off her heels. She nudged her skirt up in back, so she could catch hold of the elastic edge of her panties. Tasha was busying herself with the machine,. Words came out without much thought as he whispered them to Holly.“I had this dog once. Bucky. Damned stupidest dog I’ve ever known. So stupid he ran into trees, doors, forgot how to lay down. But I was a kid and he was my dog, so I loved him. I tried to teach him to fetch, but after about a year, I chalked it up as a good toss if he managed to wander somewhere reasonably close to where the stick landed.“I took him swimming and he nearly drowned. I took him for walks and he’d fall off the.