I insisted that I wanted as little as possible blocking my access to your pussy. Your panties may be a necessity at times, though the lighter and silk...er, the better. But when I reach beneath your skirt, or instruct you to do the same, there would be nothing more between my/your fingers and your waiting slit. You’ve also found the thrill of when my lips and tongue travel up them, that divine moment when they cross the welt and first touch your hot, searing naked flesh half way up your thigh. I. She's ideal for this kind of blackmail, since she's kinkier than she admits to her friends and family."Sarah was pleased that Jake seemed to grovel to her and accept whatever terms she wanted. She had long wanted to see if she could get a man to be faithful to her, while sharing her with other men. A cuckold was handy, though two were better from her perspective. She didn't really care if that was fair or not. She just wanted to see if she could get away with it. After all, her body and her. Some people gave me a wink, others pointed me out to others sitting at their tables, giggling. I felt very self-conscious and very humilitated. Whether I enjoyed it or not seemed to be answered by the feeling of my cock straining against its bonds. I was definately enjoying it. My observations were cut short, when Master said, "Well, hello again Ricki! I see you must have enjoyed yourself", taking my hand and kissing it. "Hi Ricki", Rebecca said, as she got up, and pulled back a seat for me.. I'm really a boy," you stammer, face beet red, flicking your gazeaway, head down, staring at the table. I swear I can see a tear formingon your cheek."I know," I reply simply, casually."What!" Your head snaps up, your eyes stare straight back into mine, onehand lying limply on the table, the other up to cover your mouth."I've always known," I reply softly, my hand moving to gently graspyours."I'm so sorry..." you whimper, tears streaming down your face. "I.. Inever thought I'd end up loving.