“You’re a bad girl!” I scolded, fighting to keep a straight face.“I know. I’m a bad, bad girl.” She replied, the sex kitten voice finally ...oming out.“What should we do to bad girls?”She took a step forward and slowly ran her finger down my chest.“Bad girls deserve spankings, don’t they?” She said, sex kitten voice in full effect now.My grin grew bigger and I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards the couch. She giggled happily as I sat down and pulled her over my lap. I flipped up her. "Yes, I just know that new routine is really going to be something. Ibet you know all about 'doggie style' routines. Don't you, 'Judy TheBooty?'"The words hit her like a sledgehammer. For a moment, she was frozen.Her breathing felt like it had locked up. She fought to grasp air.Fought to run. Fought just to get to her feet."I-I..." Gathering all her will, the pom-pom standout managed tostand. She felt her feet moving towards the door. But the office, theworld around her, was a blur. "I. You see that juice there on the head of my dick. Spread that around with your fingers to make him slick. If there is not enough, use some spit. Then grip him in one or both hands and pump up and down," I instructed."I never thought of a dick as having a head or of it being a he," she giggled. "You can grip harder and pump faster if you want to see him cum any time soon," I said as I rolled one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger.She moaned and asked, "Like this?" as she firmly. Yes, I know, why would a straight guy like me agree to wear lingerie justbecause some company made lingerie for men? Well that was the point.Annie had been on at me to try something kinky like wearing one of hercamisoles to bed. I had flatly refused."Men don't wear camisoles," I said."Real men have always worn camisoles," Annie had replied."Rubbish," I had said.Annie opened up her laptop."You show me one company that makes camisoles for men and I will wear yourcamisole!" I had foolishly.