We have tried various types of role play. Over the past year, we have stopped trying. I think that we both buried ourselves in work. We are both very ...rustrated with this problem. We came up with the idea of take an extended weekend and fly out to Vegas. We had never gone to Vegas before and why not. At our first night Vegas, we went down for dinner at a Brazilian restaurant in the casino. At the next table, we met Jill and Les who were also in their thirties Jill was a fiery redhead, 5’6 with. Now I needed be prepared. My asshole was sooo tight and painful but I at least had to try to prepare for what he inevitably would do (stick his dick up my ass) and what I new I would submit too, no matter how painful. So my thought was a toy of some kind to try and prepare. For weeks I would look at the sex shop and be too scared to walk in. "What if someone saw me? They would definitely know I was a fag then?" But I finally built up the courage thinking, "so what, a lot of people do this." I. I followed and removed the wrist restraints before stepping back. He turned and smiled coldly, “Next time I am going to kill you.”I laughed as Amanda touched her badge to the door plate, “Next time you will scream and cry a long time.”I turned and bent to grab my bag and headed back to the lift. We went up to the offices and walked into silence. I glanced around and Amanda cleared her throat, “What happened?”Edwards looked up from some papers, “They killed Samson.”I looked around, “Who?”The new. Then she tells me what happe. As she was teasing by showing little glimps of her panties and letting her nipple show from the top of her nighty. She gets extremely wet. And tells me she was even drippin thru the thin thong material she said she was having so much fun watching him squirm on the couch and hide his cock in his board shorts. Then he got up to piss. And when he came back she noticed a couple of wet spots on his red shorts She asked him if he needed a towel because his shorts.