After paying for everything, she asked him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderfu... time.The next morning, she cooked a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy was amazed. Everything had been so incredible!“You know,” he said, “you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?”“No,” she replies.Wait for itIt’s coming... The suspense is killing you, isn’t it?      ‘You’re just. The touch of the well-lubricated faux dick head brought tears to her eyes but she had that desperate need to be speared by impressive hardness and she knew without a doubt that she would have to take a nice spanking as a bonus for submissive behavior.It felt so good to be free of the cast.The blasted thing had made her orgasms difficult to achieve without some contortions that invariably caused her to suffer leg cramps at the most inopportune moments.She looked in the mirror at her open mouth. Once inside I noticed the frenzy that my girlfriend went through to gether things in order and be out the door for the airport. She left a notesaying she was going to have to catch the earliest flight and the notealso said she was going to head to India of all places. I thought tomyself this was perfect and I could try this "woman" thing out for awhile.With that I headed into the bedroom.I started to undress and realizing that the buttons on my blouse were onthe other side didn't help out at. But things are fickle and thoughts are slippery. What stuck was my brother telling me about his rogue friend. They called Shamboo, after the comic character Shikari shambu. I had heard of his exploits. He would lure his naive girlfriends to go with him to the botanical gardens. He is a slimy lecherous low-life. I hate him. I knew I hated him. Then why would I think about him. Perhaps because it was him or the delirium: multicolored pillows falling from the ceiling and plastic wrapped action.