To the pointwhere I sometimes felt like I was competing with him for my own wife.Perhaps they got along so well together because Evan shares my wife's...ove of practical jokes. But there's a certain cruel streak in him thatI never cared for. Margo has some of that in her own makeup as well,but her style is more the playful, teasing sort, and I never have anydoubt but that she would rescue me if I got in serious trouble. Thatis, I never used to have any doubt till Evan became a player in. She rubbed her G-spot and her clit against my hand. She wet her finger and played with her taut nipples. Every pleasure center in her pelvis was being stimulated at once and an orgasm could start at any of them. I think they all went off at once, if such a thing is possible. Amy’s legs got rubbery and her arms began to shake she put her head down on the desk as the rest of her body began to visibly vibrate.“Wha..! Ohhhh…shit! Fuck! Oww!” Amy’s grunting gave way to a series of. Iwas upset. How come I had never seen this happen to another woman? Waita minute! Another woman? I was already thinking of myself as a woman?Where did that come from? Well what would a woman do? I adjusted thesuspender belt and this time they stayed fastened.My bra seemed to be showing too much through my dress so I rearranged mydress and did my best to arrange my hair properly with my fingers as Icouldn't find a brush.Then I looked for some shoes. There were some fairly androgynous. ”I couldn’t help but smile. I loved his brutal honesty. He was so vulnerable and I knew this was an incredibly degrading experience for him. However, he seemed to revel in the humiliation of the moment.“Please Ma’am, I don’t think I can hold it, I really have to use the bathroom.”I loved the desperation in his voice, the pleading, he was right where I wanted him.“We don’t want you making a mess in here, do we ... go ahead and release the water.”“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said desperately, as he sat.