I wondered what she was picturing in that lovely head of hers, but when I looked out the window into the backyard I got a good idea. The shirtless hun..., Eric, was in his early 30s and was working on the brick barbecue we were having put in. His muscles rippled and testosterone practically oozed from his sweat glands, and now I knew what was inspiring my wife as she diddled her clit while lying completely naked on our bed in the middle of the afternoon. I stood quietly watching her, still deeply. Everything requires both parties to be 100% consenting adults. There will be no forced, coerced, or manipulated encounters of any kind period or you will be fired. I barely qualify and only swing one way.”Everyone laughed at my comment.Barbie asked, “Will we have to wear one of your collars if we accept the job?”“No, you don’t have to wear one of my collars for this job. These collars are special. To wear one you have to prove your loyalty and trust to my wives and their sisters first. If they. And it was good.Right now things were slow. Stopped, even. The two dicks and their attached hunks were at the craft services table snacking on nachos, along with some crew people and one towel-wrapped woman. The guys had no towels for modesty, which is about what I'd expect from well-hung dudes.Ms. Towel, who I found out was Sarah, was cute, blonde and nicely curved, with firm B-cup tits. She was maybe 25, actually quite wholesome looking which I supposed was a big asset. If you saw her at the. Hurtado was deeply shocked by the obvious meaning in Major Dilantro's words, and his first impulse was to reply angrily. He was a decent man, proud to be an officer in Her Majesty's army, and to have such a thing spoken of openly ... it was terrible.But he was tired, bone-tired, and he was loath to make a scene so soon after taking command. There was also a little voice in the back of his head. A voice that said "Humberto, perhaps you should not judge these men until you too have spent many.