. he must be getting cleaned out. (and I wish I could say that this was the most expensive hobby he's ever had.)He's a smart enough fellow, but I just...don't think he's capable of coming up with a long-term plan, and following it through until he gets what he wants. And so it was a genuine challenge to lose to him, night after night."Strip poker?" he'd asked, surprisingly shocked when I suggested it. "Why?" It'll be exciting," I told him. Unlike my husband, I think long-term. "I know we're naked. She said I wanted to apologize forbeing high-handed but said she was trying to protect the girls and keepthem comfortable. Most men either hit on them or made disgusting jokes. Inow know you aren't that way but I was afraid you'd have more typical guysover." I smiled back and said, "But I want the girls to be comfortablebeing themselves. I've always got along well with lesbians and gays. Infact my two best friends from college are both lesbian As for friends, Ialmost never have anybody over.. My tongue ran over my plump lips, theircocks seeming appetizing suddenly. I still hadn't made a decision, butit was getting harder to resist. The voices were almost screaming now"SUCK! LICK! PLEASURE MEN! YOU ARE JUST A BIMBO, DOCILE, A SEX DOLL MADEOUT OF FLESH!"Those words ran through my mind, again and again. I didn't know how toshut them off. It was starting to get overwhelming. I could almost feelmy saliva drip, anticipating a good cum meal. It was now too much forme: I walked in their. He turned bright pink dropped his hands over his jeans and the bulge that was ever growing and finally admitted he fantasised about the texture of womans lingerie, rubbing over his cock , balls and nipples. I had no other choice than to whisk him home and show him my thoughts on the matter-if he didn’t agree I would tell the shop security he was flashing at me in the ladies underwear department! Suffice to say he had NO CHOICE. En route home I called Mistress Flame and my cousin Jenny to come.