.. yet... but I've got pictures of your car and license plate so the police can figure it out if we need them to. We're hoping that won't be necessary..." What do you want? Money?"He laughed. "No, no, we're not looking for any of your money. We do okay in that department. What we need is a stud we can count on. My wife needs to be fucked regularly. I used to handle that little chore for her quite well and quite often. However I've had a little illness in the last few years and... well, I'm sure. The rest of the morning I was in a kind of daze trying to contemplate the gravity of what happened and anticipation of it happening again. Following lunch, where I ate little, I proceeded to Robert’s office. Robert welcomed me and in and said, “Sit down, Tommy. I enjoyed out session Friday night, especially when you sucked my cock.” My face must have gone beet red and I stammered out, “I have never done anything like that before.” “I know,” Robert replied, “But you did very well and I would. ”“Its ok bro. You ok?”“Yeah, I’m al’ight. I just got distracted cuz Becky just txt’ed me and cancelled, again.”“Oh Brenty, sweetie! That sucks.” Jen added in softly. She was always so sweet and kind.“Yay, thanks Jen. And again she waited to the last minute so I just said fuck it, I’m seeing this dumb shit anyway.”“Well fuck that, Brent. Why don’t you join us? We’re gonna see the horror film, “Some dead attacks.”“No Jen, you two are on a date. I don’t want to be a third wheel. And besides,. One night, having drunk too much wine and upset about the provocative,glamour shot pictures he'd sent me of him in lingerie, a strange ideacame to me. If he didn't want to be the man in our relationship, I'd be.I'd show him. When he got home he'd find me acting like a man, and maybehe'd stop this foolishness. I went to our bedroom and stripped off myclothes. I took off my jewelry and makeup. I removed my fingernailpolish and trimmed my nails down short. I went to his dresser andslipped on.