If my husband no longer wanted me, there were plenty of Japanese men who did. When I—finally—reached out and actually rang the ornate doorbell, I...fervently hoped that the influential politician would be one of them. On an instinct, I quickly slipped my coat off and checked my appearance again in the glass side panel. First impressions were essential in the circumstances, and he was expecting to see a St. Trinian’s-lookalike schoolgirl, after all. — The way his narrowed gaze swept over the. Christy handed me the third shot glass and as I felt the contents of the drink flow over my lips, tongue and down my throat, I heard Peter tell his friends, "Boys, my sissy slut will be ready to meet your every demand in just a few minutes. That drink contains a small liquid version of what we have called Spanish Fly for some time. Only that drink is a mixture of a sexual stimulant that horse breeders give their reluctant mares when they have been brought to a breeding farm." I tried to cough. But my dance partner sensed that things weren’t going too good, so he leaned over and asked what was wrong. I told him that my ex was there at the bar watching us dance. He asked if I wanted to go to him, and I said, “to that cheating bastard?! No, I don’t think so!” At that time he winked at me and said “well, we should put on a show that he’ll never forget then.” And that’s when he moved his hands from my waist down to my ass. He started to slowly caress my ass with his fingers , running his. His balls were on my chin as he ground into my face and began fucking my lips as hard as he could. He reached down my back with one hand and ran it into the back of my jeans, pushing down my jeans and gripping my ass as he thrust into my mouth. He felt the panties on my ass and stumbled for a minute, letting his fingers reaffirm that he was indeed fondling a man in girl’s underwear, and he just didn’t know what to do about it. As his hand groped my ass I moaned in pleasure, and let him know how.