I waited until the coast was clear, she had gone out, and entered the room. On the floor were pieces of underwear, thongs, boxers, leggings. I rifle... through the cupboards quickly, searching high and low for any signs of sluttiness. Then under the bed I found the bag.The bag was a leather hold-all. In it was an array of sexual aids- a black basque, stockings, a pvc bra and thong set, heels, dildos of varying size from 8" to 10" and different thicknesses. There was lubricant, handcuffs and. Holcomb."I was trying to huddle into a small a space as possible, covering as much of me as I could."So, how is the dare going to be proven?" Two of my friends are here watching. It isn't anything really, just a stupid dare." Call them."I did and there was dead silence. I called again. Nothing."Friends, right, Jorgenson. Since you are by yourself I suppose you stripped so you could masturbate at your desk. God, what a nasty slut you must be."My so called friends had bailed on me when they heard. And those teachings served him well enough to persuade less thanenthusiastic partners that less *could* be more. He had yet to have acomplaint. But even so, he had always wanted a bigger cock. In X-rated videos andmagazines and in bathroom talk, bigger was better. Scott knew better, andfirst hand, too, but that didn't stop him from wondering and wishing. It seemed almost like fate when the project in Dr Buench's lab waspresented to him: it was on researching a method of increasing the. ” “Sure,” I said. “Come in.” She followed me in the house, as she did, I was suddenly aware that I was soaking wet, with a bathrobe hanging loosely off my body. “It looks like you were in the middle of something,” she giggled. As I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, I filled it with water and handed it to her. “Umm.. yeah sorry I was in the shower, I thought you were someone else.. Sorry.” She smiled and glanced at my chest. “No apology necessary.” Her glance made my pussy tingle. “Can I get.