I quickly stripped off my clothes.
“Everything!” She pointed at my watch and ring.
“Where do I put my -- ” I started to say when she
interrupted me.
“Just lay everything over on that chair.” She pointed at a beat up old chair sitting next to the door.
“Lets go!” She told me and I followed her into the house.
We entered into a kitchen. Marble floor … cherry cabinets … double sided extra large black refrigerator … a breakfast bar … and a table and chairs and nearby was a 26” console TV. The kitchen was large. From there we went up what appeared to be a back stairway. I followed Tina – getting a very nice view of her panty-covered ass. She had changed into 3” high heels, white stockings, and a black leather panty and bustier set. We stepped into the bathroom – she told me to shave my face while she fills the whirlpool tub with water.
I see a razor and shaving cream sitting near the sink, but begin explaining to her “I just used an electric razor before meeting you for the night, and if you’ll let me – I can run out to the trunk of the car and get my bag. It has my stuff in it.”
From out of nowhere she slapped my ass hard with a quirt. “I don’t remember asking if you wanted to shave. Nor do I remember asking if you wanted to use your electric razor. It doesn’t do a very good job. Now pick up that can and razor and get busy.”
My cock had deflated quickly after she smacked my ass – and I thought it was best not to argue the point – she OBVIOUSLY does not like hairy men. If I press my luck – she may end up shaving the hair on my head just like her husbands. While I was shaving I enjoyed the view she offered me in the mirror as she was bending over at the waist to stir up the bubbles in the tub.
When I finished she checked my face “This is much better. Now hop in that tub so I can bathe you.”
“Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked.
“No that will not be necessary. I want to get you all cleaned up for my special surprise.” Tina told me
“What’s the surprise?” I naturally asked
“You will see soon enough.” She reminded me.
I got an erection while her hands glided over my flesh. She soaped the palms of her hands and used them to glide across my body.
“Stand up so I can wash all of you” She saw my flesh pointing toward the ceiling and remarked “So, I see that this makes Donny Boy all excited.” Then she looked me square in the eye “I thought you said you were 6 inches.”
“I AM!!” I sheepishly exclaimed. “I have a nice big cock” I figured if you keep repeating it – other people will believe it too.
“Carlos’s cock is 6 inches too --- but that is when is soft and hanging between his legs. You are about his height and maybe a bit more weight --- and when you told me online that it was 6 inches, I just assumed it was soft.”
Talk about being an ego buster --- a ripe woman compares your hard dick to her husbands’ soft one – and is disappointed. I had to think of something that would save my ego.
“Dolly Parton has big breasts. Much larger than yours or even most women – but I like yours!” I tried to reason with her.
“You met my husband – he doesn’t appear to have a big cock – But Yes, I can see your point somewhat – but when you are fucked by a 9 ½ inch long, maybe 2 inch thick cock – over and over – you just expect that from all the guys. By the way – what did you think of my husband?”