"Hey Joe, we can laugh about this now. Remember all the times you bitched that Lois insisted that you Lysol your dick before she'd touch it? I know th...t wasn't meant literally, but get this. I recently saw a very old full page ad about how women should take extra care to be ready for their tired, working man when he gets home. How they should be dedicated to his pleasure, take care of all feminine odor problems, blah, blah blah. It was a 1952 ad for feminine hygiene - for a bottle of LYSOL. How. Not so loud. What's the panic?" Boss. We have a situation outside. A mob of reporters won't let anyone pass. About a thousand of what appear to be tourist gawkers are clogging the street. There is a twenty-two foot delivery truck trying to get through. It has your stuff on it. The embroiderers left a voice mail. They want to bring the uniforms early. Traffic is backed up to Riverside Drive and down West Drive to the 65th Street Transverse in the Park." Crap-o-matic! When did it start?" Pete. . kinky, okay?" Promise," Heather nodded. "Although it might be fun to leave you tied to the bed while I called down for room service." You wouldn't!" I said, my eyes I'm sure growing as wide as silver dollars."You were going to leave me in the bedroom and watch a baseball game on television," Heather huffed, while I burst into laughter."I was not," I laughed."You said you were," she replied."You were naked, dripping wet for me... how could any man leave that behind?" You mean it?" she asked,. I would not have noticed her reaching, but it caused her to stretch, shifting her chest up from my hands and mouth. She fumbled around for a few moments. Finally, she had to lift up completely off of me to get whatever her quest was. She then produced a jar of lube.Holding it in between us she said, "You’ll thank me for this later."She got a glop of it on her right fingers, setting the jar aside, her left hand resumed it's attention to my balls and encircled my petrified member. At the same.