I folded them neatly and handed them to him, "Would you hold these for me? You know I'm naked under this skirt now?" "I know you are." I then slowly u...buttoned my blouse, removed it, unhooked my bra, and handed it to Oscar, "Can I trust you to keep track of my under-garments tonight?" Before putting the beige silk blouse back on, I sat on the edge of the bed, topless, and strapped up the pumps that Oscar had bought for me. As I buckled the straps around my ankles, I looked at my husband as. She had smooth white skin, her tits were the size of tennis ball, her pink nipples were at full attention. I looked to what was between her legs to see a smooth hairless mound. "Looks like you get the second prize, which is to fuck me, you loser." "Yes Monica its a good second prize," I began. "Shut up faggot, she yelled," you well call me Mistress, you hear me you panty loving cock sucking faggot?" I nodded,"Yes Mistress Monica, I am a worm a fucking whore." . ” I knew immediately what she meant, and couldn’t stop smiling in the car, but pretended innocence. She wasn’t saying anything more, but after a couple of texts, she admitted, “I could see your dick baba”.That was the moment I was waiting for. Since then, we started spending the next many months sexting and often thinking of how it would be if we were together.Unfortunately, the presence of her loser husband (whom I was so jealous of) would often ruin my days. Like the time they went to Goa. I. - C’est un club privé.- Ca n’était pas mentionné sur Internet. - Vous avez cherché quoi sur Internet pour vous retrouver ici ?- Je… J’ai cherché « bar rencontre gay ».- Ok, mec.J’entends les verrous qu’on tire et la porte s’ouvre sur un quadra baraqué en polo.- Pardon mais on fait gaffe. Y a eu des agressions anti-gay dans le coin récemment et t’as pas vraiment la tête de l’emploi.- C’est quoi la tête de l’emploi ?- Pas ta tête.Il s’efface pour me laisser entrer et je découvre un bar tamisé.