I was freaking out, if i said yes, he would probably beat me up, but if i said no he'd probably go and do it anyway, so i decided to be honest. "Y-yes...." i whispered, and looked down, I couldn't help but take a glance at his chest before i did. "Well well well, i always thought you were a fucking fag. what kind of guy sits and reads all day? So, you want to suck my cock? Get to it you fucking faggot or i'll tell everyone your little secret!" After saying this he led me back down into the. It wasn't hard, he was pretty buzzed and the idea of spending the next day golfing appealed to him. Mary and I sat there trying to contain our laughter as she drunkenly babbled about his plans for the weekend. The more we sat in his house and deceived him the fucking hotter we got. As he continued on talking i whipped out my hard throbbing cock, she took me by the hand and led me to the bed room. I sat down on his side of the bed as she rubed her moist tongue down my chest and to my cock. He is here to help you visualize what these things will be like with your husband, so we don’t want you worrying about him. Think of him as a walking mannequin, he will walk around the room and if you’d like to see an item closer up just call him over to you. We are at Lori’s house so she will let you know if she is uncomfortable with anything, but John will not speak unless directly asked a question.’ With that Jennifer called me into the center of my living room filled with 12 of my wife’s. "It was Maria."Charlize Jones?" I asked."Half Charlize Theron, half Catherine Zeta Jones," Mariaexplained."How many women do you know named "Charlize?" I asked her."Wait a few years," she said, "their number will go up. There are probably millions of five-year-olds already."I wasn't much for telephone conversations. Not even romantic ones.Maria was, though."What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want.