.." Ox stopped, his glare over his shoulder apparent even though his eyes could not be seen, "How 'bout nothin'? You need to talk to someone you can w...isper to yourself... don't give a shit what name you use to do it." The frail man gritted his teeth, the scorn now an all too familiar sensation from his past that he could not fully recall; "The hell's your problem with me!? I kill your mom or som-..." The dark man turned, his broad frame towering over his follower so high it eclipsed him in. Hansa is wearing a silver Salvar kameez, just showing off a bit of her athletic body. They have both had a couple glasses of wine while they waited for me to shower and get ready after coming back from the office. I can see that they are a little tipsy and they are giggling like little girls as we walk to the car. As the driver opens the door for them, and they get in, I get an immediate hard-on looking at their asses climb in the seats. I climb between them, as we drive off.As I give the. In those early days they were sort of childish stunts reflective of the social milieu of classroom and extracurricular activity. She performed such dares as not wearing panties under short, tight skirts. That would escalate on her next dare turn, perhaps the following week, to spreading and flashing a male teacher when she was so garbed (or lacking garb.)Always concerned that the dare game not be halted by physical violence or authoritarian clamp-down, she and her fellow dare-devils allowed the. My husband wasn't happy that he had to answer the door without me, but I wasn't quite ready yet. He let the guy in. We lived in an upstairs one-bedroom apartment at the time. They came upstairs and sat on the couch making small talk. I called out from the bathroom and said I'd be just one more minute, and asked my husband to pour me a glass of wine.I came out of the bathroom wearing my husband's favorite little black spaghetti-strap dress because I knew it would drive him crazy (it always.