” Stan kissed her lightly on the lips as he turned to accept her invitation. “Ellie has been wild waiting for you to come home so she can show you...her project from school.” She continued. Stan lay his briefcase in the chaise lounge inside the garden wall of his condo and wrapped his arms around his neighbors waist. “My you smell good.” He said as he kissed her again. “Is that a new cologne or is it the chops.” He added. She smacked his arm playfully. “You should know, you gave it to me.” She. As the seconds tick by, he thinks maybe she hung up on him, but no. The line is still open. He hears static noises and then her breath. ‘You… bastard… ‘ she whispers, laughing and breathless. ‘Good?’ he says laughing. ‘I need to change my underwear when I get home now…’ she says accusingly. Or tried. She wasn’t convincing. ‘Oh no. The horror. I guess I shouldn’t say it then…’ ‘Say what?’ She replied without thinking. ‘Orgasm. Ten.’ he said. He heard the phone drop and let his mischievous. Dressed only in my lavender panties I got up to answer the door. Opening it, trying to hide behind the door, I saw a tall, well-built, black man. Mistress Angie, looking over, said, "Oh. Hi Malik. Come on in."As Malik entered, looking at me with a smirk, Angie introduced us. "Malik, this is my sissy husband I told you about." Nice to meet you Sissy. I hear your useless little pecker is locked up." Yes Sir," I meekly replied."Show him, Sissy," ordered Mistress Angie.I pulled my panties down,. "My boyfriend just wants to rip it off when he sees me in it." He doesn't like it?" Laura asked, innocently."No, silly. He likes my bod. I have a skinny little bod, but he likes it. Skinny bod, big booty."She pointed to her rear end, which was not big at all but beautifully shaped and round and high, and which made Laura quiver inside from desire. The dress was pale yellow, and the fabric clung to Tiffany's curves."I think your booty is great," Laura said. "It's way better than mine, for.