She wears her raven black hair straight with a fringe that almost covers her thin contoured eyebrows, her eyes swallow you like a depth of a bottomles... well, and her arms are extravagant pastel-white canvasses for some Japanese art. When I manage to take my eyes off her, I try to gather my thoughts.“You could have just knocked on my door. A girl like you is always welcome.” I hope she appreciates my attempt at humour and flirting. I tend to become childish and silly when faced with someone so. I utterly love and adore Karen.Karen and I are in our late 20’s and married for five years or so. Our sex life has settled into a bit of a routine but no one is complaining. Life’s good.One day, Jack stopped by my office. “I need a word about the Hadley account,” he said.“OK,” I replied.“This is new,” he said, picking up a recently framed photo of myself and Karen on holiday. Karen’s bikini had caught his eye. She did look fit. And the bikini was small.Jack called by the next day, this time. (no answer)..."if a fag stays silent with a cock in his mouth, he really wants it in the ass, doesn't he?"...NO..."aahhh you little homo, you love sucking my cock better than you like taking it in the ass, don't you?"....UMMMM. I could never win and Mark relished in verbally humiliating me while acting out his bondage fantasies on my poor GI Joe.One afternoon we were playing the GI Joe game, mom was out all day and Mark, having fooled her into thinking he was a responsible young man, was in. Well I snuck them in her room, looking around I didn’t want to be too risky so I’m trying to think what I should do with them. I got a bit nervous so I just opened her drawer put them under her own panties and left them there. Instant regret for the rest of the day. I go home.couple days later I return and she’s ironing the clothes that have just been washed.. I look on the surface and right there on top of the pile the black silky panties I bought...OMG has she worn them. I’m so turned on.this.