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The floor was never comfortable.He began unpacking. He laid out the outfit they had chosen for her meeting Jack for the first time.Violet had spoken with Jack both online and on the phone. She was hot for him. He had a deep voice that made her swoon and his attitude was just cocky enough to turn her on without being a total asshole. She liked her men to be men but always know when and how to treat a lady like a lady. This was the opposite of Bruce, whom she married on the rebound of a bad relationship.Violet came out of the bathroom with a sigh. "That felt good. So what's the plan dear hubby? Shall you help me get ready or do you want to fuss about while I contact Jack?" Go ahead and get hold of him, I want to put our things in the bathroom to get ready for getting you ready. I also want to change into something less comfortable."Violet knew that meant Bruce was going to dress like the sissy he was. She was amused by this. He was a good person, very attentive and loving toward her.. " Amy, I'm sorry. Gail's such a bitch. Well, fuck her. We'll just tell her that we did it, and that'll be the end of it."Amy looked me right in the eye, her gaze clear for the first time. After a moment, a tear formed in her right eye and drifted down her cheek."You... you don't want to?"The question hit me like a train, sending me reeling."Huh?" Just because Gail set it up, and bullied me, and I'm scared... doesn't mean I'm not curious..."That's all it took. The blood roared from the rest of the body into my swelling prick."I... uh... I mean, you... want to, still? Are you feeling OK for that?"She crinkled her face a bit at that."I'm fine, Jimmy. I... didn't have much. I'm pretty much of a lightweight. But if... if you don't mind... maybe we could... ?"Mind? Amy, it would be my pleasure."With that, I leapt up and threw myself into the same formal bow that I had used at the door. I extended one hand to her and she placed her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet, and embraced her. My.
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