When we got home, I put away my suitcase and jumped in the shower. I got hard thinking about Miss Weaver, Lisa, and my Dad fucking around and wondered...what he meant when he said that I would probably find out tonight. Resisting the urge to jerk off, I got out of the shower and got dressed. I went downsatirs and Dad told me Lisa would be here any minute. The doorbell rang and since he was in the middle of cooking, he asked me if I would get the door.I opened it, and there she was, as hot as I. That was the right time for Dominatrix Simraan to make her move…“Look at this desperate rascal! That’s what my lousy husband uses when I refuse to take his cock in my pussy. Are you lousy too?”, I screamed at him to make him feel vulnerable.In a state of terror, he chucked the rubber pussy away from him and pulled over his trousers.Aman was shivering with fear when he got up and began to leave the bedroom. I caught him by his testicles and stood in front of him. Even though he was taller than. ." The girls all stood and stomped out of the room, muttering "Chauvinist..." Bob said, "What'd you have to go and say something kinky like that for?" "Yeah," said Carl. "Now you got all the girls mad at us." "What do you want from me?" Doug sighed. "You all insisted that I tell you what I'd do." Later that evening, Doug was alone in his room working on a Sociology paper that was due Monday, when someone knocked on his door. As Doug opened the door, Diane stood there. I had specifically chosen my deep blue satin dress for its figure hugging design, clinging to every part of my like a second skin, a perfect fit even over my prominent bottom. My bare tanned legs tapered from my fairly short hem to a pair of gold strappy Jimmy Choo’s with four inch heels, ironically another gift from ‘uncle’. Underneath I had carefully chosen midnight blue lace and satin bra and panties, not a thong but a high-leg, a bit of a compromise between a touch of VPL and something for.