“Will that be OK?”Damn, definitely wasn’t what I was craving. Pan-fried hamburgers are OK, but they really should be barbecued or at least grill...d ... Least of three evils then. “The meatloaf sounds good. Meatloaf’s fine.”“Of course,” Jess replied.“Do you have vegetarian options?” Nisha asked with a smile.“No.” Jess declared, clearly. I smiled at that. I squeezed her knee and we headed on to her place.I was fucking Nisha over the arm of Jess’s couch. The little green haired minx was playing up. Ann looked in the mirror very happy that the dress fitted,“Can I keep on sir?” she asked excitedly, I looked in the box and pulled out a little crop top, “Try this” I said as I passed it to her, she slowly undid the buttons on her dress and was again standing there in just her tiny bra and panties,“You might want to try it without your bra” I said with a cheeky grin, her bra seemed easy to unhook and fell away easily, her titties were small and rounded and her nipples pink and soft. She pulled. ”Cletus is passing by Billy Bob’s hay barn one day when, through a gap in the door, he sees Billy Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old John Deere tractor.Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall-down to his hips, revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt.Then, grabbing both sides of his. ”A shiver runs through you, as you look at me, wide-eyed. I place my hand firmly on your chest, holding you down, my eyes never leaving yours as I reach out and grab a couple of your scarves. In a few moments, I’ve tied your wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving you nude, spread-eagle, and helpless. Without breaking eye-contact, I let my fingertips glide lightly, ever so lightly, over your skin, providing just the slightest touch. They slide over your belly, between your breasts, touching.