I was tall for my young age but still unmuscular and underweight. But what I did have was a more than decent-sized cock mostly from all the jerking of... I do. Considering the sight before me I should have had a big woodie but I was just too nervous.Her compliment did have its effect on me. Getting the nerve again, I slid up behind her and, hands shaking, ran them up her sides. "Mmmm," Our creation moaned. "That feels nice..." Growing bold, I reached around and felt up her belly. She sagged. ‘Look at me. If you would have had on a trash bag I would have still wanted you. And, if you had been wearing something red and lacy I would have likely had a fucking heart attack.’ I grinned, amused because men came equipped with a undeniable lie detector, which was hard and throbbing against my leg, threatening the stitching of his jeans. He gently pulled the panties down, exposing my reddish curls and moist heat. He cupped my mound in his hand and traced my slit with his middle finger,. ) The driver had come in via the kitchen door and was given an espresso. He knocked it back in one go, asked to use the bathroom and then drove off after casting one last, longing look at Melody.Our shoes were at the front door, as we were asked to wear slippers inside the house. Those were provided, and they were new. Given the effort that must have gone in polishing the marble floors, that was an entirely reasonable request. We had the run of the house, save one room that was locked. Arturo. Actually, Stan won the pot with a great bluff, but the high hand, and therefore the temporary owner of my panties, was Bob.I sighed and stood up, reluctantly ready for the show to begin. As Bob walked around the table, I noticed not only did he have a major league hardon poking through his fly, but his penis was actually pulsing as he walked. For a moment, I thought he might shoot his wad on his way around the table.I figured I might as well make the most of my unveiling, not that there was.