Not much of an improvement really, and not what I'd call a litany of positive personality traits.Still...I was nowhere near as bad as all that ... was...I? I'd always had a pretty clear picture of who I was, what I wanted and how I planned to get it.Power-mad?I looked up at Peggy, who was still wiping her face with the sleeves of my shirt."Girls always fall for the bad-boy, don't they?" I asked rhetorically. "But am I evil?"She sniffled and wiped her nose."Nature makes no..." she began to quote. "What did you find, Sir?" she said. "I found your red thong," pointing to the ziplock bag on my desk. I was getting turned on and my cock was starting to harden underneath my mesh workout shorts. My phone rang again with another text message. What was my wife texting me about? "That's not my red one, Sir, thats my maroon one." I looked at the bag again, and then her. Red, maroon, whats the difference? "I'm wearing the red one now, Sir." and she looked at me with a smirk on her face. Standing in. ” She laughed, “Barbie always used to ask.” She said innocently.“And Ken always obliged?”“Yes.” She lowered her gaze, a little in shame i think, “But he had a certain way of doing it.”“Which is?” i was so turned on at this point. “Well,” Amber passed me the bottle. “Ken always dressed her up a little, handcuffed her and then gave her a touch of his belt for being such a slut and asking. Then hed watch her fuck the bottle hard.”“And did Barbie like that?”“Yes,” Ambers eyes blazed. “Oh yes!. " He stated. "A little smaller than mine but well shaped". I had always thought that I had a nice looking cock, it was nice to have that verified. At this point I thought 'what the hell' and felt that maybe this could turn into something a little more."Do you want to try frotting?" I asked. Jess's other hand darted over and grabbed my cock - god it felt good. "I was just thinking the same thing." he said. Quickly we both took off our pants and underwear. Jess spread his legs and I spread.