Oh God. I couldn't do it. My breathing shortened and I glanced down at my chest and fell back in the leather seat, groaning softly. There wasn't much...left to the imagination wearing this top without a bra. I mean, I'd seen other girls wearing tops like this, with their nipples poking out, so why not me? I trembled again, thinking how blatantly sexual it was. I wished I had panties on. Then I remembered Johan's deep voice, telling me exactly what I wanted to hear. And exactly what I didn't want. One night Nigel slept over at ours and slept in the front bedroom in the single bed. Me and Sharon retired to our room at the rear of our house. We got into bed and started to have sex, it was at this time that I realized my fantasy was only a room away. I asked Sharon “how would you like it if this was Nigel’s prick between your legs?” “you’re always saying that but it will never happen” she said. “lets go and see Nigel then I said. We went into the front bedroom and Nigel was still. Q but common sense came much too late to be of any help. So here I am traveling the world repairing security systems. I was always on the road from airports to government and military installations. Three failed marriages and four kids who didn't know or care where I was because they never saw me anyway lay behind me. Perhaps that was part of the reason that I was a freaking walking heart attack. I had ceased to give a shit about myself years ago. I smoked like a freight train, drank like a. Right on time the wrangler arrived, fitted the collar and led me away to a kitchen with the lovely smell of bacon and eggs. I realized that apart from cum I hadn't eaten for sixteen hours. I was just about to tuck into the meal that I had been seated in front of when I was told to stop. The wrangler passed me a squeeze bottle and told me to season the meal with it. When it started to squirt out I realized it was semen. The label said man seed sauce. Wrangler grabbed the bottle and squirted a.