Trista: Oh the bra?Me: That and the bright nail polish.Trista: (Laughing) Hey, you picked out that color.Me: For you not for me.Trista: How's your lit...le dick doing?Me: It's frustrated.Trista: Oh, poor you. How's the plug doing?Me: It is quite a feeling; it's much bigger than the last one.Trista: It's the next size up. Plus a slut like you I'm sure likes having something up your ass. Ok, I have to go; I'll be there before you're done eating. I'll call you when I'm coming in.I was just finishing. We were laughing and telling about things that had happened when she asked me about watching her sunbathe. I was honest and told her that on many occasions I had and that if I had known she was out today, I would have been watching again. She informed me that I now had an up close view and proceeded to twirl around in front of me. I remarked that it was much better up close, I could see more detail. You could feel the sexual tension growing between us. I told her with her body she could have. “By American custom, you have not dishonored either yourself or me. You have simply been honest about how you felt. Would you like to go see Suki and Kei?”“Very much so,” said Fumiko, who was steeling her emotions in the same way she did when she knew Hiroto was going to punish her. It was the only method she knew of to bring her passions under control. She’d understood what Bob had said, but could not comprehend how such a thing could be true. The only thing she could do was keep going, until. Mark acted like he owned her and she found that, contrary to everything she'd been taught and everything she knew was wrong about it, she was enjoying it. With her eyes looking down at the bar, she slid her bottom onto the stool. It was cool on her thighs and she wished she was wearing something more than the skimpy little panty-skirt. The bartender was in his late forties and had a hard face and close-shaved hair. His mustache was thick and it looked ridiculous in the middle of the otherwise.