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"Yeah. Well. Shes now a good pregnant fuck." Pauls jaw dropped. Take that, you bastard, she thought. Trick or Treat Three days ago, I decided to do something different in my life. My boyfriend, Justin, loves Halloween for some reason, must be the dressing up or endless supply of candy. He had his costume all ready, so when the day came, he could sit outside and tease all the children as they asked those words, "Trick or Treat." I told Justin that I would be busy male gay most of the night and he would have to fend off all the children as they raced from door to door, loading up on as much sugar as possible during this once a year candy-fest. I made up some story about how one of my girl friends wanted to see a movie, and since our men had the holiday under control, we could get away for a rare girls night out. What he didn know was that while he was out getting last minute treats for the little monsters, I took my costume and put in the back of my car. Now I had to time my fun just right. I drove around for a while. When it was finally dark and most of the kids had gone home, I put my plan in motion. I parked my car down the street from our house. Hurriedly I slipped off my clothes and threw on my outfit male gay. Before I left the car, I made sure my hair and make up were perfect male gay. I slowly walked male gay down male gay towards my house, looking around to make sure that no one was paying too much attention to me male gay. Justin was still outside, turning off male gay the eerie music and picking up the excess candy. He wasn being very attentive; I made a mental note to take care of that later.

"Trick or Treat," I said male gay quietly. The look he gave me as he turned around was well worth my anticipation and nervousness. I had picked out my costumed from his fantasies. I was wearing red five-inch stiletto heels that you only see on strippers, no decent woman would male gay be seen outside wearing them, black stockings, which were attached to a very visible, red, garter belt strap. My tight, short, black skirt male gay that just barely covered my ass, and to top off this incredible combination, I had male gay on a filmy, almost sheer, red silk, fitted blouse that was tied in a knot right under my large tits, obviously not enclosed in a bra with none of the buttons male gay buttoned. All cleavage male gay, and with no bra, my nipples were visible and hard, just from bouncing while I was walking to the house. I should take this male gay time to describe my figure. Im 57 male gay" and 135lbs. Slim and curvy, not much muscle to me, but lots of curves where I need them. Long legs that go up into a well curved hip and ass, to a flat male gay stomach and C cup tits. Its very hard not to notice what male gay I chose to show off. With a smile on his face, Justin said, "Trick me baby." That was all the encouragement I needed. Taking Justin by his pinky finger, I lead him to a less conspicuous place, our foyer. Shutting the door behind him, Justin asked me what I had in store for him. Keeping silent with a little grin on my face, I just let him wonder. I traced my fingernail from the point male gay in his chin down his neck and told him that he needed to come upstairs with me. Taking the lead, I went directly to our bedroom. Every once in a while, I love taking control and making him do what I want…this was one of those times. I told Justin to strip all his clothes off and lay in bed, while I went to grab a few things I knew we would need. Disappearing for a few moments longer then necessary just to tease him, I returned with my finds, a large towel and a medium sized vibrator. "So, you want to be tricked?" I asked Justin, "Kiss me first." Taking his lower lip between mine, I moved my hands behind his neck male gay, pushing him to kiss me harder. Breaking our kiss almost violently, I shoved him down on the bed and began my work. Grabbing four ties from the closet, I started the task of tying him down, spread eagle on the bed. Finally male gay at my mercy, I pulled one last tie from the closet and gagged him male gay with it. Justin looked at me with excitement, hoping Id do more, wondering what that more would entail. Justin was a good boy; he always listened to what I said. He male gay had stripped down hastily and now was naked, bound, and gagged.