I wasn't interested in getting involved with short women so I wouldn't go through that pain again, not to mention avoiding hurting a woman I ended up ...aring about. It was just easier to avoid the company of short women in the first place.I confessed that I was very attracted to her, but didn't think that we had much of a future together. She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine and a half. “Beg me, then,” he hissed between clenched teeth.Ginny squirmed from the searing pain. “No… No, Ican’t.”She knew she must escape this final humiliation, if shedidn’t, there was nothing left, no self-respect, nopride, no fidelity left to her darling Fred. Shecouldn’t let him have the lewd satisfaction of hearingher beg for it like some slut off the streets.He throbbed deeper, and she gritted her teeth to stiflethe pain.“Beg me, bitch! Beg. He’s such an exhibitionist.”“Could you introduce him to me?”“Sure, but the clock is ticking. In less than three days, Amy will return to take him away to his new apartment.”“Well, I can’t come over Friday night, and I will be out of town all Saturday. So what about this evening?”“I was hoping to have Jake for myself this evening,” I replied.“I don’t blame you, Allie, but do you think he would mind jacking off for both of us? And then you and Jake can have the rest of the night with each. The good news was that he would accept me. But the bad news was the condition. My husband had not only to give his consent, in writing, but had to “be involved”. I sat there for a while in silence, trying to take this all in. You would never consent, I was sure. And then what did it mean to “be involved”? That’s what I asked him about, and he just said “I’ll decide on that, when the occasion arises.” I asked what I could do. Maybe there was some alternative? Something extra I could do instead.