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"Yes. There's some up in the special costume trunk in our bedroom, I'm sure," said Alice, wondering what her experienced and sophisticated friend had in mind.

"Good, we'll use it," said Joan. Then turning to the embarrassed Bob she ordered, "Keep holding your lovely long skirt up so we can see how pretty you are all shaved like that. And leave your lovely pantyhose down around your legs to remind you to take short girlish steps. Now go upstairs and get me the pink ribbon I want."

Terribly embarrassed by the humiliating indignities being heaped upon him in front of his wife and this stranger, Bob accomplished the errand and returned. Joan took the ribbon and had him climb up to stand exposed on the chair again, facing his snickering audience. While he held the skirt up out of the way, Joan now tied the middle of the ribbon in a tight loop around his swollen cock and under his balls. Then she formed the ends into a huge feminine bow above the base of his penis, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The bondage on his genitals was uncomfortably tight and insured his cock staying hard, in addition to the chagrin of having it so bizarrely decorated for them to see.

"Isn't he even prettier now, with his new fancy bow-ribbon to show off for us?" asked Joan as she sat down beside Alice to enjoy his shame. "What can we do next for fun with our little girl playmate?"

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They stared at the red embarrassed Bob for

a moment, and then Alice asked him sharply, "When was the last time you shot your load, Roberta?"

"A week ago," replied Bob humbly.

"You haven't since you took on Jane Farnham ?" she demanded. 'That's a long time for you to wait. You must really want to have your ashes hauled, as you have so crudely described our love-making."

When he nodded agreement to her statement, Alice glanced at Joan and then said sternly, "Well, you can get relief right now. Jerk yourself off while we watch and see how you do it. You'll really look wonderfully ridiculous doing it, with that big pink bow jiggling, and holding up your skirt with one hand. Get going on beating your silly shaved meat. This will be real fun to see."

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Bob's mouth dropped open in horror and he gasped wildly, "I can't. No real man ever jerks off. He always uses a girl, somehow. I won't do it. I can't. It would be too humiliating."

"You're going to do it, so I guess that proves you're not a real man. The way you are dressed seems to prove that, too. So, start playing with yourself, Roberta," she commanded. "Or do you want me to call the police and tell them there's a crazy perverted man annoying Joan and me. I've hidden all your clothes, so you'll look just fine going to the