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In reality, I love Christine to get dressed to kill, and for me to respond male stereo-typically - by making a pass on the assumption that she wanted to go to bed.

She would reject my advances - "You've got no chance buster - I have a date with a real man."

I would of course be crestfallen, and would beg and plead with her not to do pussy creampie.

She would respond - "If you get changed into your pinny and do the ironing, clean the house, wash the dishes, handwash my lingerie, and behave while I'm out - I might be kinder to you with my pussy creampie when I get home."

I would attempt to negotiate. The 'pinny' is her phrase for an apron of classical 50's housewife style that she bought for me, I usually have to wear it naked, and my erection always pokes out the material in an obscene and sometimes punishable manner.

She would respond - "Your choice wanker. If you don't do as I say, I will stay out all night. I want you in your pinaforebefore I leave, he's picking me up in five minutes so get a move on."

I'm beaten - and of course obey. Five minutes later there is the 'toot toot' of a car horn outside. The "real man" obviously does not have to behave with the same degree of respect as I'm obliged to.

Before she leaves she grasps my erection through the pinny and remarks - "Dirty thoughts about the pussy creampie your Mistress will be doing this evening wanker?"

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