It was an extra, though, and was nearly as costly as the girl herself.But it was worth it.-expect me to wear this ... I'm not a tramp!In truth, the cl...thes weren't promiscuous. The majority were (admittedly, short) skirts, sun-dresses, and some camisoles. But with the "cover everything" dress-code of the Sisters, such things would seem a bit on the loose side.But he did go to all the trouble to buy them for me.It doesn't matter! I am wearing perfectly suitable attire. He shall have to exchange. I can only do thaton Fridays because the marks take several days to go away!" "Um," the brunette crossed her legs, her pussy creamy and she caressedher right nipple, "why does she like needles?" "Oh, well, I use them also. Sterilized needles with rubber grips,I know several stores that sell them. Girls who use them on a boy's nipplesor genitals will tell you they can make the scream last as long as they want,but that's not quite true. When a boy is gasping for breath between screamshe is. It did not matter what they were, mild, wild, weird or way out and off the wall because they were going to take place in the privacy of your own home.I had a long talk with my wife Joanna and she agreed that we needed to do something to get us out of our rut and she agreed to try role-playing. We bought a copy of Penthouse Letters and Joanna and I would spend hours reading the letters to each other. At first just reading the letters would get us hot and we would end up fucking like sex crazed. It hung just below her little ass. She turned around and Inoticed that it bared a good portion of her back.She didn't realize I was watching her. I had to adjust myself becauseof how much my cock was growing. She stepped out of her room and all but bounced into the living room. She had a huge smile on her face.She came and sat up against me. She noticed me just looking at her."Hi baby." She said as she kissed me.I whispered in her ear, "My god you're so beautiful."She smiled at me and kissed me.