He didn'twant to be in this alone. Rodney was basically a coward. He understood,in the most rudimentary of fashions, what the risks were. He did notwa...t to be alone if something went wrong. If it did, he would at leasthave a network of people there he could extort assistance from. Theywould be, after all, in the same boat as he. Things had started going wrong from the very beginning. The man he hadenlisted to drum up volunteers, Gary Shipley, had tricked a highlyvisible public figure and friend. The thrill of touching her silky panties was like a feeling I never had experienced before and definitely didn't want to lose. However, all good things come to an end and we parted ways a few years later.For the next 15 years, I dated many girls and eventually got married and most of the girls understood my fetish and accommodated my desires. When I married my 2nd wife, my fetish experienced a whole new world. Never has any woman ever made me cum as much as her (I'm TRULY a lucky guy!)We've now. About 15 minutes later, Officer Nightstick and my wife appeared. Him freshly showered and wrapped in only a white towel, from the waist-down. Yep, a white towel. That only amplified the contrast of his skin and the white towel. It also showed off his buff physique. My wife was wrapped in a very sheer robe and had nothing beneath. Her still damp hair hung sexily on her shoulders. “Mmmm” my wife said, “Smells good!”He helped himself to coffee, just like he helped himself to my wife, and my wife. Levi was something of a voyeur – to put it mildly – and the possibility of his spying while I studied au naturel only excited me further. I heard my phone buzz from underneath my tanning chair, and I laid down my notes in order to reach for it. Levi had texted me: “The whiteness of your ass is blinding.” I laughed under my breath, but didn’t look up at the window where I knew him to be watching me from. Instead, I shot a text back at him. “Trying to fix that right now. Would you rather I.