You laugh and ask, “Are you hard for me, boy?” You know the answer but you like to hear me say it. This is all part of it for you; you get off on ...ominating and humiliating your cocksuckers. “Well,” you ask again, “are you hard for me?”My face flushes as I respond with a whispered, “yes.”“’Yes’ what?” you continue, demanding that I say all the words. “Say it, boy.”I look down at my little stiffy, tenting my pink panties. “Yes. I am hard for you,” I reply with the same low whisper – the walls. We keep on screaming and screaming. We are having a ball. After awhile our whole bin is full of chips. We finally lose and Barbie says "I think we'll quit now. You've been great. Here take some of these chips, we couldn't have done it without you." The man says "no, I had fun too." Barbie says, "well at least let us buy you a drink." The man says "ok, let's go to the bar." We grab our chips and we wiggle over to the bar.We find a booth and set down with the man in the middle of Barbie and I.. .that would be pretty hot.ME: That would be pretty hot, maybe someday :)WAYNE: Okay that picture of that is getting me hard, so not this Saturdaybut next Saturday, you can come over to my place, you can get dolled upthen we head out to dinner, and maybe we can stop by your condo and wecan go over the upgrades you need to decide on.ME: Well first let me work on the new wig, but that does sound good, canwe maybe change dinner to drinks instead, in a dimly light barpreferably. Are you sure about. He thought she was the sexiest thing that he'd ever laid eyes on and never failed to remind her of that fact night after glorious night. Twila went over to her round jaccuzi tub and started some hot bath water. She smiled and closed her eyes as the smell of sandalwood filled the air and tickled her nose. She added the beads and salt while the bubbles foamed up and watched the water turn a pretty pink color. Then, walking over and lighting the various candles on the walls and counters, she.