Dont you want some money? I told you to strip, now snap to it. I command her. Or do you want me to call the police She unbuttons her shirt and slowly ...akes it off. Next she takes off her shoes and unbuckles her belt so she can take off her pants. Now shes only in her underwear and socks. Theres still more to take off, my pet. She then takes off her socks. Youre still in your underwear. I point out. P-Please dont make me. Hmm, perhaps I should go to the police about your not paying your taxes. I tried to size up the different characters around the store. There was a 2 couples looking at clothes, another couple looking at movie titles, and an few guys were cruising the aisles. I bought a ticket to the theater and made my way down the dark hallway letting my eyes adjust to the darkened room. First theater room had 5 guys spread around seated few were openly mastrubating. I sttod along the wall and watched. I opened up some lube i brought and stroked my cock in the light.I waited. In my defense I can only say that every decision made for us by Leslie was on something that I didn't care much about one way or the other. She picked out the house we bought, what we furnished it with, the cars we drove and on and on and on. I didn't care because everything she did was something I didn't have to do. As far as the house was concerned all I cared about was a roof over my head. House, condo or apartment, I didn't care. Cars? As long as it got me where I wanted to go I didn't care. It was a kind of tight fit but Dennis did not need much room to fuck her brains out.Seeing a little corner bench, he quickly stripped, hanging his clothes on a hook on the door. Dennis quickly divested her of her skirt and tee shirt, leaving her in black stilettos and lacy red bikini panties that were so sheer that he could see her neatly trimmed pussy. Her matching bra was so skimpy that her grapefruit-size breasts were almost spilling out.Dennis sat down on the bench that was barely big.