She was staring at me angrily.As if I had entered some strange dream world, I stood up in front of Martha and Tony. He had a bemused expression on his...face.With shaking hands, I unbuckled my belt, then undid my zipper and pulled down my pants. I was wearing powder blue panties. Full cut."Panties?" Tony asked again."He's a faggot. He always wears panties."I pulled the panties down quickly to my knees. I have a small penis, about four inches in length, when hard. And right now I was rock hard! I. This was a small mystery which puzzled him. Why would an attractive woman in, I estimate, her early thirties need to be so frugal? She has on a wedding ring, so presumably has a husband somewhere. Are they so hard up? He decided, out of curiosity mostly, to see what he could find out.When she left the supermarket he followed at a discrete distance but she clearly had no car there, and she walked past the bus stop, looking as though she was setting out for a long walk home. He left it at that. “What would you have done if I had said that I did want to fuck?” “We’d still be back there, fucking.” “You’d really fuck me?” “What is that so surprising?” “You work for my Uncle,” I said. “I’ve seen you here before so I know you’re not one of the temps.” “So?” he said, shrugging. “Doesn’t mean I’d turn down a lovely young woman’s pussy if it was offered. I don’t care who they’re related to.” “Do you go back there to get off all the time?” “About once a day,” he said. “I’ve had a bit of a dry. "Stepping further into the room Samantha was standing behind her dressedto go into the town, wearing a short knee length pleated mauve skirt,matching loose top and, over her arm, a double-breasted raincoat. Wearingcomfortable inch and half court shoes, she looked as if she was ready todo some retail therapy inside of just going for a replacement laptopbattery charger.Robert stepped forward to greet Samantha, both catching each other'seyes, both felt a sharp intake of breath and a racing of.