." You said that already," Ted said, gently, but with a little tease in his voice.Jane walked over to Ted and stood right in front of him. "Because I ..... I want you to choose what I wear at home. From now on." Oh, honey!" Ted said, shocked, "I really don't think ... I mean, you should wear what you want..."Jane stopped him in mid sentence by putting a finger on his lips. "Please," she whispered to him, "please. I want this. I need this. I want to wear ... what you find exciting for me to wear.. I'm married. Don't do this to me,” Gayle cried, gasping for air.Then, the intruder placed his hand on her face. Gently, he stroked her cheek, nearly petting her like how one would calm a scared dog. Gayle stilled sobbed and breathed erratically, but within a few minutes of his sudden gentle behavior she began to calm down.“How about this,” he said, raising his index finger. “One-time offer. You will suck my cock, and if you do a good job, I'll leave. How's about that?”Gayle's eyes shot. I woke up several hours later, and the first thing I noticed was the TV playing in front of me. I looked over to see Vern flicking through the channels in his bed. I looked at his markings, pretending to still be asleep. That way, I could study him. Apparently, I was unsuccessful. “You like my Milestones?” Vern said, without taking his eyes off the TV.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be looking. I’ve just never seen markings like that,” I said, embarrassed to have been caught. “Don’t worry about it,. He pulled his shirt over his head and struck a slightly tongue–in–cheek flex. I’ll admit my face might have flushed a little as I watched him, but it wasn’t like I was going to let him off and avert my eyes or anything; I was enjoying the power of being so clothed.In fact, maybe I was getting too confident, because I lost the next hand. To avoid exposing my knickers or bra, I did my best contortionist impression, reaching into my sleeves to unhook and pull my bra out of my tank top. At first my.