I tossed her to the bed.I ordered,”Wait here,” and came back to the drawing room for my stuff. I melted the chocolate over the stove. I came back ...o the room. She was curious, “What’s going on?”“You are getting fucked, that’s what is going on,” I said in a harsh tone. I climbed on the bed. Blindfolded her eyes using my uniform, “Whoa. Okay, ” she exclaimed. Now I took off all her clothes one by one so there’s not a string on her.“Okay Mr. Sidharth, I’ll have my turn, ” she said in a steady. I looked up and there, much to my astonishment, was my ex-husband! He was wearing lipstick and eye shadow, earrings, a garter belt, fishnet stockings, stiletto heels, and a lacy white apron -- and nothing else. The pulsating erection lifting the front of his apron compounded his humiliation. It made it impossible for him to deny he liked dressing as a woman! Marc -- or "Marcie" as Julie now called him -- placed a wine and cheese tray on the table before us. Then, eyes lowered, he performed a. Nick went about his expert business of pleasure.“Ooh wee,” exclaimed Malik, “Gin will make you sin!”“Mmhmmm,” Nick muffled still sucking.“Get up and show me that ass.”Nick stood and pulled down his shorts. Malik admired the rotund booty in front of him. He slapped it once for good measure. Nick walked seductively to the king size bed. He stuck his butt in the air and put his face against the mattress. He started to twerk his ample ass.“Damn, boi,” Malik called out. “You’re sexy as shit. I love. ’ It took Heather only a few minutes to touch up my face then we finished packing and called the bellhop to take our bags down to the lobby. We checked out of the hotel and made it to the airport just in time to check in her luggage and head to the boarding area. Before she stepped on to her plane, she took me in her arms and we hugged. ‘You take care of yourself,’ she said. It was a little after one when I pulled into the big circle drive in front of Rebecca’s house. After ringing the bell at.