When we graduated from collage we married and like any other professional couple bought a home in the burbs. With my wife's constant help I perfected ...y female look to the level that I could go out dressed and fool most people in public. My wife talked me in to joining a support group for TV's that was set up like a collage sorority. The sorority was set up for only heterosexual TV's and frowned on gay and Bisexual TV's. As I spent more time in the sorority I learned also that they promoted. The feeling was so wonderful, so different, she didn’t want him to stop. But he wasn’t her husband. She was an Earl’s daughter. She had to be pure on her wedding night. ‘Please… you can’t…’ she whimpered again. ‘Why can’t I?’ he asked as he licked at her ear, smiling as her felt her shudder with arousal. ‘You aren’t my husband.’ ‘So?’ he said as he looked down at her. ‘I need to be pure for him.. Mama….’ ‘You get to be pure for me.’ He said with an evil smile. ‘I don’t care what your future. Her words of protest died un-uttered as Rosie found herself face to chest with a giant of a man wearing oil and grease covered coveralls with, as far as she could tell, nothing underneath them."I called," Rosie began to explain, breathing shallowly trying not to smell the combination of oil, grease, dirt and sweat that seemed to be about to suffocate her, "about the part?" Rosie looked up at the giant's face. He looks harmless, she thought. "The part for my boyfriend's car?" She continued when. They danced a few more pieces, this time one closer to the other and then my sexy wife led the way back to our table.Cesar kissed his lovely wife and Anita suddenly said we could go to watch a stripper’s show, just two blocks away…Lana agreed to go, as Ana announced there were also male strippers.Cesar asked my wife how did she know about it and Ana giggled, saying her girlfriend Helena had recommended her about this club.Everyone was fairly fuzzy and walking on weakly legs, as we all staggered.