A real slut would do it.I straightened up and brought my legs together. Reaching down I pushed my panties down, past my knees and let them drop around...my ankles. I reached down and pulled them off. I held them out at arms length hanging down off my index finger... so wet, almost dripping. I put my other hand on my naked hip and raised one leg higher than the other rolling my hips and making my most innocent face."Do you want to keep these... your Mothers wet panties?"I thought he was going to. "Lees de overeenkomst maar door en teken dan maar allebei. Jij kan erdan een houden en de andere krijg ik."Ik lees de overeenkomst aandachtig door. Aarzelend kijk ik hem aan. Ikbind mij aan hem. Ik verlies op alle fronten. De overeenkomst is vooronbepaalde tijd. Alleen Waldo kan de overeenkomst op elk momentbeeindigen en ik heb een opzegtermijn van zes maanden. Tevens verklaarik dat ik alle voorkomende werkzaamheden en alle opgedragenwerkzaamheden zowel hier in huis als elders zonder protesten. Trish knew what was going on and had seemingly no issues with her husband having a man as a side piece. Apparently, she had her own fling going on, or some such shit. So swingers, open relationship, polyamorous… Not my circus. What was my circus was late in calling, however, and I was getting anxious to get this show on the road. Kind of reminiscent of my first real cock.---That first time was truly amazing. It was almost as good as the first time I fucked a woman. I mean, Vicki was a. “Set me up,” You tell John.Approaching the counter, you take a seat in one of the many vacant stools while John rushes you out a glass of brown liquid. You take it in your fingers, swishing it around for a moment, admiring it's simplicity before taking a full swig. It's strong, burning your throat upon entry. Just the way you like it after a day of torment.“Hit me,” You say, sliding the empty shot glass across the table.John raises an eyebrow with an inquisitive expression. “Had one of those.