Yeah, Brad was fucked.“He’s an idiot. He’s in over his head on his gambling debts and that’s where all your money is going. I hope they come c...llecting soon. Those guys get rough.”“They wouldn’t hurt me or little Brad, would they?” she asked, suddenly afraid.I shook my head. “Generally, someone gets gently mugged and reminded that they owe someone some money. The second or third time, they break a bone or two. By the time they start coming around to the house, you’ll have thrown him out.”She. ”His fingers had descended to my groin now and were toying with my tightly curled and matted pubic hair.“Where are they now?” he asked.“In the bin in the bathroom,” I replied.“Are they still dirty?”“There’s no cum on them; he ripped them off before fucking me. Why?”Pete left me in the bed, went quickly through to the en suite and returned with the tiny, torn garment in his hands. He sat on the edge of the mattress and held it out in his fingers as if inspecting it. As I watched he raised the. On a second thought, it’s the usual reason of our frequent heated arguments. She is the first woman I know who wouldn’t sleep without making sure that the door is locked after I came in, the dishes are washed, my suits for tomorrow is well pressed and a weekly shopping list posted on the fridge door. You might call it a slight case of OCD. Although there’s a certain wonderful feeling with fatherhood, it can also be tiresome and somehow strained my intimate relationship with my partner because. It's onlybecause you are a sissy man that you are concerned. If yourefuse I will never let you dress up again. If you make a fussI will make you wear seamed stockings and high stiletto heels andthat will draw even more attention to you".This was a new Sally Anne. Did she really mean this? Dare Iprotest? What's more dare I go out dressed like this? My mouthfelt dry and I looked again at my image in the mirror.It was clear that I had on a bouffant petticoat but apart fromthat my outfit looked.