"That will be fifty dollars even, Mr. Stevens," said the cable man. His name was Jack and he was tall and built and tanned all over. His raven's-black hair was combed back and his blue eyes looked me over.
I'm not bad looking either. I'm in good shape and have short brown hair and eyes.
Looking through my walled, I realized I didn't have any money on me or in the house and my wife had the checkbook with her. "I'm sorry, Jack. I don't seem to have the money with me and my wife has the checkbook."
Jack shrugged. "I can't help that, Mr. Stevens. I need to be paid either way and it's either pay me with money or with something else," he said, his eyes looking me over hungrily again.
My eyes widened as I thought about what he said. "What do you mean?"
"Let me show you," he growled, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He then bent me over the back of my black leather couch.
He unhooked my pants and pulled them down, revealing my wife's G-string underwear I like to wear so much. "Nice underwear, slut. Your wife know you wear her panties?" He laughed as he ripped them off me, giving me crotch burn as he did.
"Noooo... Please don't fuck my ass. It's never been fucked before."
He slapped my ass hard, laughing. "Well than, I guess I'm going to be the one to pop your ass-cherry, won't I?"
