Tell Anthony which shirt

“Yes,” George said, “Tell him I want you to wear the ‘Fuck me Anthony’ shirt.”

Abbey smiled and typed into the phone. “Good news,” she recited for George’s benefit, “George would like me to visit you tomorrow and has asked me to wear the shirt which asks you to fuck me.”

George groaned, “We should shower and go to bed, it’s been a big day.”

“It will be an even bigger week,” she teased as her phone dinged. “I guess he’s eager.” She opened the message and read it aloud for George, “Well, I guess we have to start a little tame.”

George’s eyes went wide. “A shirt asking your neighbour to fuck you is tame? What are the not tame ones?”

Abbey laughed, “Think of your wildest dreams, your darkest fantasies, and guess.”

George’s heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry as he said, “Breed me Anthony?” Abbey just smiled. “Really? You’re not going to tell me?”

“If I told you, that would ruin the surprise. But you will get to see each of the shirts before I wear them around to Anthony’s.”

George leant into Abbey and kissed her. “Now I need to find a piece on the side,” he said.

Abbey moaned, “I really want to see another woman mounting you. I don’t know why, but it seems so sexy to me.”

George laughed, “I feel the same about watching you mount Anthony. Now how about we go to bed, I’ve got work tomorrow and I think you are going to have a busy day as well.”