Should you accept my proposition, only fifty percent of your chores will be completed because you'd be on your own regarding doing your nails."I waite..., and the silence stretched out. Finally she spoke, "If I accept this proposition, and I'm not saying I am, you'd have to come to my apartment to test your theory of the possible intimate experience. If I drove to your house, I'd need a sailor's duffle bag to tote all the paraphernalia required to wash my hair. Shampoo and conditioner, brushes. The hard ass nipples, pushing against the very thin, very wet material, were like the cherries on top.I almost took her right there, but was able to hold off.She showed me a piece of paper with the orders on it, so we were good to go."Get your hot little ass out to that truck now, before I fuck you right here, cunt!"She didn't waste a second. She was at the truck before I shut the front door.I never broke character, so she didn't either.After we were rolling, I said, "So tell Tony what you. I stood, offering my hand to Donna. “Excuse me guys, I want to dance with my wife before you three get your hot hands on her. You don’t have to leave.” I offered, touching Jim’s shoulder.“What do you mean, before you three get your hot hands on her?” She asked as we began to dance. As we moved they watched the swaying of her body, already bantering if they might be able to fuck her.I leaned to her so she could hear me over the loud music. “Don’t you remember you’re my slutty wife? So you’re. It sounded curiously ‘dead’, though, and I just got the impression there wasn’t anyone out there listening. As I’d started to do something about it, my need to piss was now almost unbearable, and I looked at the bucket – there was nothing for it, was there? The sound of my big stream of gold hitting the metal was odd – we all get used to pissing in lavatories and urinals, don’t we, and you’re not used to hearing your piss splash against bare metal, which is itself acting as a sort of amplifier..