Now it becomes my turn to gesture... and I do so in crooking my finger about his belt buckle.
Little Doug must have had a very confining day.
To refer to the enormous manhood as little cutely injects humor into our soiree. And since I am a woman of power, I will not be the only one exposed.
Yes, little Doug needs to be free, my priapic host agrees in extending the humor.
Since Douglas P. MacClellan is a guy, and all guys are hounds, he interrupts his imbibing and unbuckles without delay.
Shoes and socks, I note in a voice firmer than just making a suggestion.
He complies and I feel a rush in having such a large, powerful and handsome man do my bidding. As he disrobes, I get to watch and sip fine wine. Life is good, particularly when little Doug becomes fully exposed. When fla
