It should be said that Paul was a master at manipulation. Since I was a freshman, I was unable to drive on campus and he would give me rides where I n...eded to go. As I was not computer savvy, he would also fix or upgrade my computer if needed. Some time after our initial conversation regarding seeing my penis, he brought it up again while giving me a ride. When I said no again he got a little angry and stated “I give you rides everywhere and don’t charge you for gas, and you can’t even do this. "What are you doing?" I hissed at her. "I thought you were going to embarrass me?" Linda just smiled and said that they were indeed for a friend and I shouldn't be so loud or she'd lift up the back of my shirt and show the clerk my pretty white camisole. I blushed and immediately shut my mouth. Linda chuckled and turned to talk to the returning sales clerk."Yes we do have those sizes," the clerk stated, "but if you buy 3 sets I can give you 25% off." Terrific," Linda said, "I'll also take a set. I slowly licked nearly half of my load on the first swipe. I rolled it around my tongue for a few moments, tasted the saltiness of it and not much more. I asked her for permission to swallow it and she allowed me to. She asked me if I liked it or not. I responded with the fact that it certainly was not the worst tasting stuff in the world. I followed that up with a few minutes of discussion regarding the texture and the feelings I had as it slid across my tongue and down my throat. I finished. The woman in those pictures was so unlike the woman I'd known for almost twenty years. Charlene was the poster child for normal, demure and reserved behavior. Our sex life was fine but certainly not anything like what I had witnessed in the pictures much less the wild uninhibited sex we'd just had. She had never been flirtatious around other men and off color jokes would produce only a shy giggle or two.Yet, that same woman had come home wearing a slut's outfit with a video showing our friends.