He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the pocket knife he always carried with him….you never know when it might be useful, right? Shay wa... still screaming, but it was being muffled by his hand. With his other hand he opened the knife and brought it up to her eye level. “Do I look like I’m fucking kiddin‘,” he whispered threateningly. He enjoyed momentary satisfaction as he watched her eyes widen with genuine fear at the sight of the knife and she quit screaming. He wanted her now. His tongue wrapped around the head and he easily slid the entire thing into his mouth. Once this cock was fully erect again, he got up and leaded forward on to the sofa. His friend wasted no time in entering him from behind, rubbing the head of his long cock on his friends ass, working the head in before sliding in the rest. He made great spectacle of reaming his partner, behaving in a very dominate manner. You and your blonde partner reclined on the sofa, looking on amused at the show being. "What the hell are you talking about, Hope? There isn't anything out here."Hope sighed and gestured with her head down to the floor at his feet, where another set of the dark blue glasses lay. "Put those on. But I'll warn you right now, you won't be happy with what you see." She accelerated suddenly and tanked at the yoke, almost making the small cloud jump sideways.Cupid timed his move to Hope's erratic driving and reached down, picking up the blue glasses just as she started turning the other. "Sir?" she said. "Shall we begin?"She stood up and led me to a room behind her office. It looked like a smallclothing boutique, with a couple of racks of clothing, a burgundy red velvetsofa and a changing area, walled off by a burgundy red velvet curtain."We need to start somewhere, I suppose," she said. "Try on this shirt,please." Are you sure this is a men's shirt?" I asked, fingering the suspiciouslysoft material."A men's shirt is a shirt worn by a man, sir," she said. "It'll be a men'sshirt.