"You'll have him when you have him," replied Brenda flatly, "but I may be able to cut a couple 'a corners." And to Sam: "Okeey, first things first, take off your shirt and siddown in front of the mirror, Honey."

"Um...my shirt?" Sam wasn't particularly body-conscious. He had broad shoulders, a little definition in his arms, and if he didn't have a six-pack—or a two-pack for that matter, he didn't have much of a gut either. Oddly, the site material which Anne had showed him had somewhat reconciled him to the notion of exposing his cock—both sets had featured the guys' dicks at some point—but neither of them had taken...