’ She came back with a couple of pairs that thought might be better for me. I tried on the pants and she pointed out that that might be better as it...would not cause such a stir. She laughed and flashed me a smile. When she had finished with the cuff she made a point of running her hand up and down my shaft again. It felt so nice to have her touch my my member as I am 70 years old and my wife no longer wants sex. I told here that it is much better hard, and if she would like to see for her self. "NOW THE TROUSERS!"I almost choked, they were good trousers, I liked them and I didn'texactly have a cupboard full of trousers to replace them with. "Pleaseno, please." I tried again."DO IT."I see the mouse pointer move across towards the send button. Whimpering,my hand shaking badly, I picked up my trousers and cut them in two. Ifelt myself sob, the wetness of a tear cool on my cheek."YOU WILL ALWAYS WEAR WHAT I TELL YOU GIRL."I nodded, sobbing a little more, it was out of fear and frustration. I've got a great body and am not ashamed to show a little." Then she slapped her firm heart shaped ass!The party started and like I said earlier, it was a blowout. Everyone was having a great time and the booze was flowing, I even smelled weed. The costumes people wore were interesting. But the one guy I got a real kick out of was David. He works with my wife. He came dressed as a pimp. Fur coat and hat with a purple velvet suit. He was really acting the part too, playing with all the female. "But I could use that drink after that interrogation. There's a bar on twenty-eight and seven. Not too far from my place. What do you say, Detective?" Bumfelt stared at her. She was one fine piece of ass. Tight little body. Attitude and great legs. Why the hell not? "Get in," he said. She did. Bumfelt pulled out from the parking lot. He couldn't help but glance at her Legs. Fingerdoo smiled. A few hours later, Bumfelt led Fingerdoo from the bar, back to his car, parked in an alleyway. He opened.