I'd talked about things before. Nothing came of it. I slept. Silently, he gathered things. Grabbed laces from old running shoes in the closet and ... pair of socks from his hamper.Hardon raging, he tried the door and it opened. Stunned, he checked around. I snored. He steeled his nerves - someone would be bent to his will, his power. Swiftly he prepped a knot to secure his prey. He gingerly placed my wrist in the loop and then gathered my hands together. He managed two loops before I. I brushed my teeth and gargled about 20 times to get the butterscotch phlegm out of my throat. I put my new brown wig on, puffed up my curls, and dressed for a night on the town. Then I went downstairs, caught a cab, and was home by six-thirty. Tom was there to pick me up at seven on the nose.He looked great. His detective clothes are nice and not sloppy like some detectives I know—you know, sports coat, chinos, and open collared shirt—but when he puts his casual clothes on, it’s like he walked. "C'mon, jack him off, too!" I urged. "I want to make sure he comes in your mouth, so I can watch you swallow cum, just like we play at, at home!"This was SO cool. My pussy was getting wet now, as I watched my little sissy husband reaching out with his long oh-so-red nails; wrapping them around this big, hard, anonymous dick. He began moving his hand in time with his bobbing head, first 'way down on this huge cock, almost to the wall, then back until only the head was between his ruby-red lips.. He was in his early thirties. No gray hair, clean shaven, bi sexual who was indecent shape.I invited him in, we talked a bit, breaking the ice. I didn't know if I should make the first move or if hewas supposed to. This was completely new ground for me. He kissed me, without hint or warning.Finally, one of us was doing something. We continued to kiss, which lead to making out. I pushed himoff of me and undid his pants, and reached in, pulling out his manhood. It was not quite as big asmine, but.