’ Karen said in a hurried fashion. I slightly opened and peeked out the door while positioning myself behind it. ‘Ok thanks.’ I said as I grabbe... the bundle from her. ‘Hurry up slow poke. We’re going to Timmy’s for breakfast. That’s a local coffee shop for all you non Canadians ‘What the hell?’ I muttered to myself after closing the door. I turned the bundle of material over and over in my hands and rapidly shook them. Something was missing. Yea yea. My sports bra and panties. Sure I’ve gone El. But idk how necessary it all is. As a man I like to wear loose fitting clothing, clothing I can move around in. I like to wear pants and shirts that are kind of plain and of sturdy not so soft materials. And Idk why everyone doesn't see their clothing this way. The fact is that society has brought up the genders into some gender specific materialism, that seems to be some underlying fetish. I think trans men feel this way too. But I wouldn't know. I feel like I should wrap this up somehow. But. " Thank you for that. He also has great discretion. Your wife gave him the whole story when he picked her up at the airport. He didn't say a word about us. At least he says that he didn't." I'm sure that he didn't. He makes too much money from my company."The elevator whisked us up to the suite."Are you hungry?" he asked me. He was being polite. The only thing I wanted for lunch was cock washed down with cum, and that's what I told him."Jeez, you're a real wild sex fiend," he said."You knew. She is again alive, sexual, on edge. Four more silent steps bring her to the top of the stairs, the rest of the house is darkened and she can see the flickering blue reflection of the television even from up here. It is remarkable how far light carries in the otherwise dark house. She can’t make out actual words from the announcer at this distance but from his tone, it is obviously a boring game in a sport of boring games. No cheering from the crowd, no thrill of excitement or tension in.