. I guess it would be okay." she said doubtfully."Thanks." he passed her and went into the living room." I like it. Nicely done." he said, admiring th... furnishings. She shrugged, shutting the door and following him in."My Mom did it." She always had nice taste." Can I get you anything to drink?" Yes, a beer if she's got any." Sure." she walked past him and through the dining room to the kitchen. His eyes followed her admiringly. Nice ass, he thought to himself.He wandered around the living. Not this night. i decided to make that phone call.the first attept, i got the voice mail. something said to me, man try it one more time. so i did. she picked up. i hurried up and made my way to the front pourch and check on how she was doing. she replied to me that she had just got out the shower masterbating to the thought of seeing my hard on while we talked after breakfast. that sent me right back to the wanting of this pussy that a few people i knew said she was a shinning star! i did not. From now on." Oh, honey!" Ted said, shocked, "I really don't think ... I mean, you should wear what you want..."Jane stopped him in mid sentence by putting a finger on his lips. "Please," she whispered to him, "please. I want this. I need this. I want to wear ... what you find exciting for me to wear. Please." But come on ... I mean, you have no idea what I might choose! I mean," Ted flipped quickly through the pages, "what if I wanted you to wear this?"Ted had flipped to a page showing Jane. Would you like that?”“Yes, sir.”“When you talk to me you’re going to reply with ‘sir’ at the end then. Huh?” he said, pulling my face up by my hair again.“Yes, sir.”He continued on for quite a while and it was starting to get pretty painful.“Fuck that hurts.”“What was that, huh?” Simon panted, obviously exerting a lot of energy for this.“I said… fuck that hurts.”“Huh?” He said and flipped me over again by my hair.“Did I hear you say something without ‘sir’ at the end?” he asked and slapped me.