Beer and sandwiches are served…usually by the host’s wife.When it was Tom’s next turn to host the poker group, he told me he wanted to give the ...oys a treat…”I want you to dress sexy for them.”“What do you mean?" I asked. “Well, your short skirt and heels. Show them your lovely, long legs.”“Well, that’s ok…that’s what I always wear.”“No, I mean that’s all…tight top and no leggings.”“My God, Tom, what’s gotten into you?”“I’ve just been thinking…all of the other wives are kinda dumpy. Some of the. He hated being late. Hurriedly he pushed the elevator button, glancing momentarily at his watch. A small, curvy, blond woman stood next to him. She smelled of honey. A hint of vanilla rested in her hair. A shiver went down his spine. He tried to ignore it, glancing irritatedly at her. She didn't seem to notice. She was looking towards him, a shy smile painting her lips. Red and pouty. He tried not to notice that too. His eyes flicked over her. Her legs were long, despite her petite height. Her. She stared at my dick amazing by its size and hardness and then looked straight into my eyes.I pushed myself forward and touched her lips with my dick. Her cheeks turned red and immediately her eyes had lust in them. I ran my dick all over her face, her nose, her eyes and her cheeks. By now pre-cum had started oozing out. I rubbed it on her lips and she licked it. Slowly, I bent down and held her tight boobs squeezing them from over her clothes. She opened her lips to release a sigh. I put my. No, I only let that out when he’s done a particularly good job on whatever tasks I’ve set him and then I make sure I supervise him jerking off so I know just what he’s been up to.”“You watch him masturbate? Isn’t that terribly embarrassing?”“Well it is for him,” Cerys laughed, “but that’s all part of the fun. He gets so undecided about it - he wants to get some relief but doesn’t want to have me watch, gets desperate to wank but hates having me tell him to stop and start. He’s always so.