I had spent the morning and early part of the afternoon making sure I looked as sexy as I could, I was dressed in a crop top and tight jeans that expo...ed the taut muscles of my flat stomach and emphasized my small but round and full breasts, my hair was loose around my shoulders and face. I was suddenly nervous, I hadn’t actually thought that he would come, even though I hoped he would. I opened the door and there he was, seeming just a little bit nervous as well. He said he was there to say. Of course, they masturbated together before, but she had never seen him like this. She focused on everything in front of her: the way he was standing, knees bent and feet spread slightly apart. The look on his face, as he looked from his crotch to her, and back.And not least of all, his penis. It was pink, rock hard, and twitching. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. She wanted to cup his scrotum and give those balls a gentle squeeze. But she knew that was against the. The Parson in "Canterbury Tales" criticizes these garments for their revealing nature:The codpiece, a triangular piece of fabric tied at the three corners, or stitched at the bottom and tied at the top, was invented to fill up the gap. The new, easy access region allowed men to relieve themselves while standing.But what was no longer revealed could be artificially enhanced under the masque of fashion.The codpiece developed from a pouch, into a padded pouch, and then into a very padded pouch.. She would love to talk about me tying her up in the house in one corner and use her like a slave for weeks, where she would be stretched and tied and I could come whenever I want and fuck her holes, She would be under the table licking my butthole every morning while I ate my breakfast, She wasn’t going to be allowed any clothes maybe a buttplug to keep her stuffed while I am away. Her favourite was to wank my cock whenever she wanted to drink something and keep my cum stored in the fridge for.