"Oh my, there are some nice ones here. You know that you can avoid the worst of it as long as you apply yourself. Even though you looked so good sobbi...g like that." She says with a smile. "Well, I am so wound up, I know what I need, and it will be good practice for you. Why don't you hit the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit. Meet me in the bedroom when you're done."He walks gingerly to the bathroom. Once there he takes a close look at his thighs. Shaking his head in wonder he thinks that. " As I was talking, he slid his fingers in mymouth to shut me up. He slid them in and out like they were a cock, forcingme to suck them."Shut up, bitch. This is what you should sound like. This is what I wannahear," he says referring to the muffled slurping sounds I'm forced to makewith his fingers in my mouth. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and Ibegin to plead with him, "I'll suck your dick later, Sir, but the boss willbe back any minute .... mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm." He puts the ballgag back. "Got them, I thought I might have left them at home", she turned with an even smaller pair of shorts, "You'll love these"."Jane was holding them out so we could all see. You'll have to wait to see mine, we all have a pair now, but just to get you readyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, that's cheating".I had lightly pinched her clit.'Well, they were blood red with little orange devils, horny little devils. "These are what you need", and without breaking the mood put her hand inside them and poked her finger. ” We didn’t go to the bathhouse. Instead we went back to our apartment. I poured us each a couple of fingers of a good sipping bourbon and we put on Sports Center to find out just how disastrously the baseball game ended up. This was our natural habitat, not a loud and rowdy bar. “So Roger, now that you’ve visited my profile on Lush, you know that I’m a nudist as much as I can be,” I said during a commercial. “Did you notice the pic of me in a thong?” “Yeah, I did,” he said, unconsciously.