They're fairly tough for what they are. Although I guess there's no way I can strangle myself with him like I could with the gown or any other clothes... They are light blue. They also give me a pair of slipper socks that are matching color a blue.I put them all on and cover my cock as fast as I can cuz I'm hard as a rock.They take me down to my room. It's a big long hallway on the backside of the big open room. There's a number of rooms. Mine's about 3/4 the way down. All the rooms have these. I just nod my head in affirmation while I say, “You are not the only one who should receive pleasure on my time.”Without a word she nods her head while she slides off the chair onto her knees and begins unzipping my pants. She reaches in to try to fish out my cock, but it is too hard and stiff. “Just pull them down,” I say in the same gruff voice. She unfastens my pants and pulls them down along with my underwear. My cock pops out and lightly smacks her on the face. Her eyes get big when she. She was much too excited, and her mind kept fantasising about possible adventures that could be the result of her exhibition. Michelle rushed over to the drawer containing her toys and quickly retrieved her realistic suction-cup dildo. She was already dripping, so she decided against lube, and hurried towards her balcony. A shiver ran through her body as she stepped into the cold evening night, but this only aroused her more. Expertly, as the dildo was used on an almost daily basis inside, she. And it's certainly not a skill I practice at home with the wife. Oh yeah, the wife. We've not even mentioned her yet. That's a bit crap for a story in the Loving Wives section, I know. But I needed you to have some background in what I do and how I do it, because it'll have import later.Do I have to do the self-description? Do I? Really? When I read a story, it's the last thing I care about, what the guy looks like. Ok, ok. I'm six foot, spot on. I'm 197 pounds – at least I was a week ago. I.