Up to this point the only thing i had tried to put up my ass had been a small carrot so i was praying that he wasnt too big. the doorbell rings, i get...up and open the door and there he is, i let him in and he sits on the couch and i next to him. he starts telling me how good i look while touching my boobs and at this point my heart is racing. i explain to him that this was my first time ever doing anything like this, he tells me to calm down and starts kissing me. the kissing evolved into me. She heard him but didn’t seem to understand saying, ‘But you’re a male and you need to feel yourself inside a female when you ejaculate.’ He laughed at the simple undeniable truth in her words. Surely it was a powerful sexual need in males but sometimes there is more to it than basic needs. ‘Ideally yes but if the one we care about is unable for one reason or another, we don’t necessarily feel we have to find a substitute. We’d rather resolve the issues with the person we care about. I guess. In typical fashion they were weeks behind schedule. I wanted to be mad at them but then I thought of another way to make them pay. I went up to the nursery in my night shirt and nothing else. The nightshirt came to just below my ass and it hugged tight around my ample tits and belly. I also let my long sandy-blond hair hang down as I knew Caesar, one of the workers like it that way. Entering the room I could smell fresh paint mixed with the sweat of 4 men. They were all hard at work and barely. He was standing looking totally defeated when sheproduced a blue camisole for him to put on, telling him it wouldhide the bra. He put it on without resistance. She told him helooked adorable. She told him there were matching bras andcamisoles in the bag and to put them in his dresser drawer. The next morning Friday's color was black. He put on the blackpanties and then argued about having to wear the matching bra andcamisole. She told him to get them on or she would stuff the cups,then his.