“What the hell are we doing in here?” he asked, Lorza finally releasing her hold on him.“Malish, do you know how hard it is for me to find cloth...s that fit?” she asked, her eyes scanning the shelves in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store, pausing to run her padded fingers over a nearby loom of fabric. There was a fat joke in there somewhere, but Boyd held his tongue.“What is this, a store for aliens?” he asked as he began to look around. There were clothes in Borealan sizes and styles,. My mind flashed on the fact that the couple had moved their chairs in such a way as to get a better view if that's what they wanted. However, nothing in the conversation led me to believe that they were interested in any sexual diversions.I quickly made the decision that they must realize what they were seeing and decided not to make an issue of it by standing up and adjusting my shorts. However, now as we talked, I began thinking of my cock winking at them and their eyes darting down for quick. Now … I want to give you two rules to follow starting now, okay? One: you will be referred to as only ‘Mrs. Samson’ until this is over. We want everyone to remember you are the aggrieved wife. Two: you will only wear conservative clothes. That means skirts to the knees, pants, sleeve tops, buttoned to the neck.” Why? “Mrs. Samson, divorce attorneys can be very nasty. You should assume someone is watching and waiting for you to make a mistake and photograph it. They would love to imply anything. He also had some girly clothes for me to wear if i din't have any of my own, but i packed some stuff in my backpack. The outside was just a boy, but under a layer of usual clothes, there was a sissy fag just wanting that first naughty experience.It really didn't take long for me to unzip my jeans and drop them, taking off my blouse to show my lingerie i picked especially for him... and seconds later i was on my knees in front of his crotch, silently begging for the cock.He was pretty small, a.