" She looked at him for a moment . . . and tears at last filled her eyes. "There!" shesobbed. "Are you h-happy now? You . . . you win . . . you got me.... . . andI'm c-crying now! I'm crying! I'm caught . . . I'm finished . . . I surrender. . . and I can't . . . can't stop crying . . . Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" And then she just wept and wailed—for to havebeen tricked and caught again was bitter hurt indeed. Satisfied, Sly bent downand stripped off her thong. The poisoned lingerie had made a good start on. He adoredher and would do anything to please her.She held out her hands to his and lifted him to his feet. Then shetook a step back. "Strip!" she ordered. And he did. In double-quicktime, neatly folding his clothes into a pile on the dressing table.He stood in front of her, stark naked. She looked down at him. Hewas erect but there was little to write home about. Ah well, that'snot why she married him. Ever since they had met he had been likeputty in her hands. He was the ideal man. He was. I went to the back room, took off my coat and purse and headed towards the dance floor, feeling hot and getting a lot of smiles. i said hi to everyone i met with a big pretty smile on my face. it was exciting, but i was a little nervous also, i didn’t want to mess anything up and make my gf look bad. the music was pumping, the lights were flashing and everyone seemed to be having a good time, i wasn’t sure what to do, where to go, if to walk around the place or just stay in one spot. i stood. She had a swept a blanket around her body and she looked at me with a question in her eyes, “will you fuck me?”- Let’s start this all over again, just a tiny bit, I heard myself saying. Changing my mind, shaking that feeling of needing to be the carefully protector of everybody I meet. - Are you sexually healthy? I asked after she got some grip of my confusion.- Yes, and you?- Yes. - Good.- Good. How old are you? - What do you mean; do I look to be under 18? She twinkled with her eyes. - Well,.