There was a classic blue banker'sstyle, grey herringbone tweed, a muted burgundy and a crisp linen lookwhite. "These are the ones in your budget and ...ize. Let's take theseand try them on," she said leading us to the dressing room.I thought to myself, this is the woman's dressing room. Samanthaescorted me in to the first cube. I tried on all four, and rejected thewhite linen one. I was torn between the two more conservative styles,but Rhonda and Monica both agreed that the muted Burgundy fit. She was so happy. She said it was the best orgasm she had till today.It was my turn now. She undressed me. and started kissing me all over. Her nude body was rubbing against mine and her hands were on my hard cock.Without wasting any more time, she went down and kissed the dick head. She started licking the top. I was in heaven. She was playing with my balls and started sucking my rod. She was moving up and down on my dick while having the eye contact. I can confidently say it was the best. So she asked him to sit and join her. She said they ate dinner together and small talked about everything under the sun, from jobs to personal lives including her being married and him being divorced. She said the more she talked with him, the more at ease she became, or maybe it was the wine he kept ordering. She said that during the conversation he told her that he was a professional football player for the 49ers (an obvious bullshit line if you ask me). She believed him since he had to be. Frank grinned. “This ‘thing’ doesn’t have that kind of range. You shot yourself point-blank. It’ll only sting if it’s farther away. You like ‘sting’ – remember?”“I love Sting,” she exclaimed, suddenly smiling. “I also like being stung, so go for it, big boy!”She handed the electric pistol over and scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting up so she could present a decent target for her loving husband to shoot at.“Ready?” he said from across the room. She nodded. He fired. She hissed as the tiny.