Naked that is except for the ladies lingerie and other female attire I was instructed to wear.Here I am. An emotionally strong male. Standing in silen...e, in the middle of a room. Standing before this female while I wear only ladies undergarments and my face has gallons of makeup making me look like a tramp or a slut.Emotionally I am being torn to shreds as I stand there in public. She does not have to lift a finger or do a thing. The silence is more painful than when she paddles my ass.After. Trish broke the kiss, got up and sat down on the couch beside me."Jordan told me of the conversation she had with you regarding the two of us hooking up. I told her essentially the same thing you'd told her – that I liked you a lot but that there just wasn't the romantic spark there." She paused and looked down at her lap before continuing."I have to admit that recently I'd had the occasional thought about trying to get you into my bed." Another long pause then she turned and looked me directly. At that peak where her experience was premium but her age hadn’t yet dulled her edge. And he might be a little green around the ears, but, he was… Cute. His body lithe and slender, smooth, not muscled like hers but not weak, his strength was simply different to hers. He had, she thought, been a messenger boy before he joined her, so he was more built for endurance. She’d viewed that as a useful advantage, a squire who seldom tired was a useful tool, but as she reclined, thinking about him, she. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked at the ground."Do you find my assistant attractive, Ben?" My heart started pounding. I wasn't sure where this was going but I felt as though I'd reached a precipice of sorts, and everything was about to change. I dodged the subject."What does that have to do with anything?" Dana sighed and took off her glasses, placing them on the desk. In the dark, her eyes shone as brightly as the spotlights."Ben, listen to me. I know I'm asking a lot of.