Dropping the knife onto the cutting board, she replied, “I can’t do this any more!” Backing away, I answered, “What’s that??” “I can’t...do this any more! I can’t pretend that life is good. That you're just a friend!” she blurted out, turning to face me. Wrapping her hands around my neck, she planted an urgent, wet kiss on me, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, pressing my ever present hard-on into her stomach. Just as. ”“Your husband is good at it, isn’t he? Whether it’s a few friends at a party or the whole congressional district during a campaign, he’s very good at it. But ... you are not. And, you know that, don’t you. You’ll never be a good liar. Everything about you is open and sincere. That’s why he wanted to marry you. He needed to be seen with someone who is honest and wholesome, but who wouldn’t dare question him if HE was not. Now ... let’s try that again. Tell me about your arm.”She started crying.. Do you have panties on now?"I just turned 4 shades of red."Come on sweetie. Don't have all day. I'll just turn, and youcooperate, ok."Still burning red in the face, and embarrassed to no end, and recallingthe threat of a mother "s spanking, I reluctantly dropped my clothes andpulled the pink panties up my legs.Oh, they were tight, but a good fit. I am so small that there was noneed to "tuck!" Umm, how do I put this on?" I said while holding my first bra in my ownhands?"Oh yea, here's a. Unfortunately, my boss kept planning meetings and strategy sessions with our little group. He had a knack for taking up some of the time I would use to prepare to go out to adult arcades and popular cruising and play places. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my job, but I was excited to play before I got there and now that I hadn’t really been able to play the way I wanted, well I was in heat- my cock would get hard looking at the pantyhose and heels on co-workers and passersby. I saw effeminate.