It was not larger than John's weedy cock but was close. Agatha then took details of the type of underwear they wished to look at and was intrigued whe... Wayne demanded three duplicate sets of white stockings, bright red suspender belts and black Basque with red hearts on them to finish off he wanted black lacy panties.Agatha thought it a picture perfect idea for the bride, her mother and the cuckold to be identically dressed, but suspected that the reason was because of the prenuptial plans. ” My cheeks flushed. A bowl is a bowl, it’s not a marriage proposal. “Yeah, that would be fun,” I managed. We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn’t know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself. My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk. I said “here, do you want to measure it? I was shocked when she replied “Yes, hand me that tape measure”.I pulled my shorts down and there was my flaccid cock which was only about six inches long because it wasn’t fully erect. She said, it’s not that big, how big does it get when it gets hard? I said honey how about you suck it for a few minutes until it’s nice and hard and measure it. Karla was so drunk she took a chair cushion and got on her knees and began to slowly lick the head of my cock.. I had no idea what their reactions would be. I had hoped they would understand that I was obviously not a sex addict. I was just there to satisfy the blackmail demands of those vicious women. “Well Brooklyn,” Dr Clark said, “that’s quite a story.” She looked a little bit startled and a little turned on at the same time. “And do you have any remorse at all for this anal prostitution side-business that you were running?” “It wasn’t prostitution,” I said quickly. “It was educational. Kind of like.