" "I've seen than acronym before, but I don't really know what it means. I take it the F and M are for female and male." "It stands for 'clothed femal... nude male'. Some men are more submissive when they're in that situation. Even more so with several women present. It's embarrassing and humiliating for them and some men secretly like that. They can't help but get hard." Wow! This is good to know, if it's true for Dan. So simple. "And you have reason to think Dan might?" "Well, yes, from some of. Smith's car was waiting for me as promised. His driver was a professional type, uniform and hat and all that. He opened the back door for me and then went around to the driver's side. We started moving right away, with not a word beyond his curt "Good morning, Miss."He drove me first to a downtown dress shoppe. He stopped out front and told me to go inside.I'd never been in a store so nice before. The store owner greeted me at the door - apparently I'd been expected - and told me to head back. As we stepped into the bedroom I caught the door with my elbow and swung it shut. Emma turned to me and we were kissing like a couple of teenagers. She was working to get my belt loose and my shirt off. I was loosening her pants and sliding them down over her slim tight ass and hips. Our pants hit the floor and she was all over me with her hands. We broke the kiss and I seized a nipple with my mouth. “Oh shit” she cried out and her legs began to buckle. I guided her backwards onto the bed. When her hips sank back to the bed, I once again began to rub my cock along her slit. By the time I had the head coated in her juices, she was thrashing her head from side to side and whimpering.My right hand still on my cock, I shifted my weight forward and planted my left hand on the bed. I levered my hips back and set the tip of my manhood at her entrance. Susan held very still when she realized I was about to enter her, and I looked down at her lust-filled expression.“You want me to fuck.