It was nearly 7pm by the time I arrived at the hotel. I'm sure I was a sight to see as the desk clerk checked me in. I still had dried cum on my face ...nd in my hair but I was too tired to care.I took a long hot shower and as I was drying off there came a knock at the door."Sir, a package arrived for you," the bellhop said as he handed me a plain brown box.Opening the package, I found a note from Buck."Hey slut, enjoy the enclosed dvd of your little performance today. Don't forget I've got all. Does he take it up the ass, too?" Why do you think I just called him a pussyboy?" Jay said. "You want to try that end first?" Hell yeah!" Go for it then, b*o."I heard the sound of a zipper and a few more footsteps, then felt the weight of the guy settle behind me on the bed. I tried to turn my head just a bit to catch the guy's reflection in the mirror, but Jay held my head tightly, mouth still on his cock, and his forearm blocked my view. All I could see was the material of a baseball cap,. . how would these 'touch' experiments be performed?” I ask, a bit unsteadily.“Well,” you start after getting more comfortable on your couch. “First I would touch your beautiful breasts over your shirt...fondling them...feeling the heavy weight of each one filling my hand.” I close my eyes and listen, as your rumbling voice continues. “Take your little hands and feel your breasts through your shirt.” I do as I am told. I lean the phone between my shoulder and my ear, as my hands rise slowly up. Fred squinted to look intensely at the woman's eyes. "Ah, yes. So what?" Don't they match?" the woman asked.Fred just shrugged. Then he added, "The style definitely doesn't suityou." What?" The woman seemed shocked. "But it has to be a dress. I was toldit has to be a dress...I'm sixty, it can't be girly..."Fred turned to the saleslady. "You are the professional here. Athleticstyle dress in shades of steel-blue and silver. May I try my tees onnow?"Fred tried his selection and went to pay for two.