" I can tell you've been laid. Details, girl, details." I go in, as usual, and as usual, he checks me out and notices I'm showing more leg than usual....I come up to the filing cabinet, ignoring him, as usual. He compliments my legs before I have even bent over. I usually ignore inappropriate compliments, but this time, I smile and thank him, then I tell him that I'm thinking about hemming up my skirts. This makes him take interest, because he has never gotten a response like that before. He. "Settle down you panty waist sissy! Settle down or you'll be sorry!" shesaid as I continued my contortions. Finally she straddled me on the bedand held me down. She then put her arm around my latex masked head andafter a bit of a struggle was soon laying beside me holding me tight."You're going to be nice and still, do you understand?" she said. "We'vegot several ladies coming in tonight and you're not going to put up afuss. You're going to show them a nice and submissive time!" she said asshe. Whatever this was, it was something Jenny was having a hard time telling her. “Well when I was in Paris studying, my roommate and I would smoke all the time” she said while thumb and index finger together indicating smoking marijuana. “I mean we smoked a lot, our dealer was this guy named Patrick and every time he had something good he would just give us a call. He was like 6’ 1” or taller and had dirty blond hair. He was skinny but had some muscles on him. One day when I came back from a. ” However, Wikipedia says that a “wittol” meaning a man who knows and acquiesced in his wife’s taking of another lover is the more proper term. At any rate, I ain’t no punk either! My girl will not be kicking me in the balls, tying me up, and telling me what to do. My dick still works, all 9 ½ inches of it. And up until now had never had any thoughts of anyone impelling my woman with dick but me. However, Claire gives me pause. This is the kind of pause that had me nestled in the corner of the.