Sprawled on the massive, four-postered bedwas the “sweet” girl whose guttural moans had beengetting him harder by the minute. She was spre...d eagle,strapped to the bed by ropes strapped around three ofthe four posters. He had seen the scene a thousandtimes well, a few, he admitted but this wasdifferent. Not only did he have to get over the shock of seeingsuch a nice girl so obviously enjoying such a torment,but his eyes were immediately drawn to the tantalizingnipples, erect and. But, I was soaroused that I didn't care. And, this was part of the role-playing. Wewere venturing into uncharted waters, after all.Then, she once again started to smooth the front of my panties, runningher hand across my stiff cock. Meanwhile, her other hand came up andstarted pinching and pulling one of my nipples. "My little panty slut,"she cooed.I was in heaven but was snapped out of my trance when she asked me,rather sharply, "What is this? Stubble? Do you have stubble on yourballs?" she. I said nothing, trying to gulp silently. "So, what are you doing?" Shopping for tennis and golf gear." Ah, so I need to pack my golf clubs and tennis racquet?" Indeed you do, and your swimsuit and some nice dresses for nice dinners in nice restaurants.":Nice dresses or fancy dresses?" she asked. Crap, I thought nice meant fancy."Both," I answered, hoping to dodge the bullet."Just where is it you're taking me?" she asked."Ahh, no spoiling the surprise," I said, enjoying the shoe being on the. She is so good to me. If I were a "normal" man I would do my best to sweep her off her feet. However, I need to be the woman and wife in the relationship.Eventually a tall woman, who was a few years older than me, walked out of an office and introduced herself as Francine. I introduced myself, as Marcy. I was surprised. Then I explained who Susan was. I followed her back into the room she came out of. I told her about my feelings since early childhood. I told her how I used to dress up in mom's.