Might even give the old decorator a thrill, she thought deviously.A few minutes later she was finishing a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. The doorbell ...ang and she walked through to answer it.She opened the door, but was surprised not recognise the person standing there."Hi," said the stranger. "I'm Joe. Old Bill is on another job today, so I'm here to cover for him." Gemma looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. He was gorgeous, she thought. He was about 6ft 5, black and very well built. He. We sit and make small talk till we are ready to go. I pay the bill after the usual argument on who pays, and we leave holding hand. We go for our usual slow walk, a necessity after a big meal. I slip my hand around your waist, letting it fall over your butt. I love the feel of this dress on your body and tell you so, you smile and return a compliment. We walk towards the river, one of our favourite short walks. We walk slowly, talking about this and that, not caring for too much. We get to. "Of course I’m not!" I replied "When I dance close with my partner, when I feel his hard cock push into my groin, my pussylips will open and it will feel as though he's fucking me!" You can't be serious?" Hubby gasped."Too fucking right I am! When the guy feels my stockings and garters with my pierced nipples rubbing into his chest, when I turn around to twerk my ass into his crotch, his hard cock will push against my hairless mound and my pussylips will grab his trouser covered cock! It will. ‘The SLUTZ charter. It’s based on a treatise the judge wrote himself.’ ‘Oh, come on! What kind of methodology does he use?’ I said. Steven answered, ‘Daily Intervention and Tolerance Zero.’ I gave Steven a flat stare. ‘You’re telling me he uses the DITZ methodology?’ Steven nodded, his face set in a way that made it impossible for me to tell if he was kidding or not. Either way, I wasn’t amused. We were gathered in Steven’s office for a final meeting. Steven was sitting behind his desk. I was.