Make him take his clothes off

"I think he should strip for us," I decide with a cheeky grin.

Ri nods and stands back, pushing him gently towards the bed.

"Go on then," Ri orders. "Strip."

Obediently, Paul reaches for his glasses.

"Not those," Ri orders. "Leave the glasses on." She wriggles mine as though to explain. "I like them."

Paul nods and removes his shirt, then trousers, standing there in a pair of rather plain and chaste boxers, socks and shoes.

"And the rest," Ri orders.

He nods and sits, taking off his shoes and socks slowly, teasing us both or maybe just shy and trying to delay the inevitable.

"Aww..." I go to him before he can take the boxers off and ask the question now probing my mind. "Are you the shy type, Paul?"