"The middle-aged black man shook his head. "This is so very wrong, Cindy," he said, "you'll destroy me."She nodded, and seemed to commiserate. "It wou...d, wouldn't it? I guess you should just go ahead and put me on the team and do me a couple of times a week. I mean, if you get caught its no worse than if you refuse, is it?" You've got no proof," he protested, eyeing her.She giggled. "I have plenty of proof," she said, "you putting those pictures of yourself on that swingers website, with that. This naggingfeeling was in my mind all the way back to my flat. I put together amicrowave meal once I got home and hardly tasted it as I thought how mucheasier for girls to select their wardrobe. That night I went on line andlooked at a variety of sites showing the selection of clothes availableto women. I was stunned at the opportunities that exist to expressyourself if you are of the opposite sex to me.When I went to bed that night, I fantasised at wearing the sort ofclothes available to. “You don’t ask her anymore! She is your concubine in her heart and room. No need to ask. Just give a sign and her legs pop open and up for you. She gets wet. ‘Welcome honey, stick any hole any time. Bring friends if you like.’ You know she means it.” She demonstrated, opening her legs widespread. It was delightful and we both laughed. But she ended on a serious note. “Seriously, of course I want you, but Resha is best for your bedroom tonight. It will give her great confidence if you pick her.. A very horny and happy pawn. I should have sensed danger, but I was thinking with my little head, which was not so little at the moment. I watched her walk across the room and could distinctly see the jiggle of her breasts and the points where her nipples were poking through the thin material. I could clearly see her shapely legs as she strode towards the kitchen. It occurred to me that our time might be more productive if we got to the fucking first and then to the questions. I.