He had come to the bar tonight to celebrate the completion of one journey and beginning of a new one. He had been awe-struck at the show that Angel ha... put on. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more realistically the shouting match. She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone. Was he really man enough for this Amazon of a woman? Would she stay with him, be satisfied with someone like. "He hasn't asked me either," Becky said."Would both of you ladies go to the Halloween Dance with me this Friday?" I asked.Both girls grabbed me and hugged me. "We'll have to figure out costumes for all of us," Karen said."Yeah, something that goes together. Maybe he could be the master and we could be his slaves," Becky said."Or, he could be a Sultan and we could be his harem girls," Karen opined."Hey, I like that," Becky said. "We could dress like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie"." That I. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'm just barely five foot six, soft skin that I work hard to keep that way, and my nips are dark and swell so nicely. I'm a pretty femme looking guy without even trying and that just makes the contrast between cute 'ol me and the nine incher between my legs. Yup. Of course I measured. Just a tad over nine with a thickness that'd make anyone blush. The only place I regularly had to shave, but I love being hairless down there, tight scrotum and big dicked. One trade. He pulls up my dress, as I wiggle my bum at him, my tits are pushed against the dirty bar. He spanks me hard on both cheeks which turns me on even more, before undoing his trousers. He lines his cock at the entrance of my pussy but holds it there. He won't push it in no matter how much I grind back against his cock. "Don't tease me, just fuck me Rob!” I let out with a needy hiss. "You’re going to be my little slut, my babygirl to fuck as I please, when I please?" he whispers into my ear as he.