This stranger is ordering me to do something that I already know I am going to do...yet....it is sooo dangerous....how will he (she?) use the pictures...?I text back "I can't if I don't know who you are"I hit send and set the phone on top of the courtesy box, reaching for my belt. I know what I am going to do...I open my belt and the top of my uniform pants before sitting down on the toilet. My hands are shaking as I reach for the top of my boots. My phone sits silently.I kick my boots off and. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Or ahead of Licorice, I should say.When my mom asked Lick if he wanted to go out, he did what any dog does. He stretched and yawned and licked his lips and hopped off the bed, because going outside is always one of life's simple pleasures, even if he really didn't need to right at that moment. Outside is like heaven for dogs. Would you pass up a chance to go to heaven if you could go back in the house and take a nap later?Me neither.He jumped off the bed just. A week later our schedules allowed and we met while I was working, in that really boring period of time. She met me in one of the local hospital parking lots and got in my car. She was good looking, not break-your-neck-turning-your-head hot, but for the mother of two was quite outstanding, with a pair of great looking tits, a figure that said she worked out somewhere and a pretty face framed by dark blonde hair, and awesome lips. She’d already said that she only wanted to play with my cock and. ”“The cheeky answer is, ‘not yet’!” I grinned.“And I would have thought you would have preferred the tip on MY tongue!” she teased.“Now you’ve got it!” I chuckled.“Not yet!” she smirked.“Come on,” I grinned, “let me buy you your ice lolly so I can enjoy watching you eat it!”“To evaluate my technique?”“Perhaps I simply enjoy watching a girl eat a popsicle, what you call an ‘ice lolly’.”“Or perhaps you’re imagining something else! But would your wife approve of you even having those.