Bert thought they would talk more as they left the city behind them and turned toward Toronto. It was not to be. Traffic just kept picking up and the ...oute was new to him. So, they rode along, each alone perusing one's own thoughts.Bert threaded the car through the streets of downtown Toronto. At last he pulled the car up to a curved drive in front of the hotel. He handed the keys to a valet who whisked the car away and a bellhop led them to the front desk. Bert gave his name to a young woman. He could not help but notice how much taller than each of them he was, and this in itself seemed to exemplify his predicament, in that these strutting, delicate and effeminate creatures had already affirmed their dominance over him. His cock stiffened as he ventured to imagine what lay ahead of him.He was sat in the back of the blonde's car, and the authoritative Brunette made herself comfortable next to him. She gave a perverse smile as he snapped his seat-belt on."Now we have you, nice and. Confidence growing, I eased a leg between yours and pried then apart so I could rub your mound through the dense material of your jeans. I expected you to brush my hand away but you offered no resistance and pushed yourself against me as if you craved more. Encouraged, my fingers ventured inside your jeans, they were so tight I could get no further than to graze the top of your soft pubic hair. The thought of undoing your clothes in public never entered my head. Frustrated, but satisfied with. Cigarette in one hand, a cup ofstrange smelling tea in the other.-"My don't you look a bit ragged around the edges. Rough night sweetiekins? Oh you poor thing," she said.-"What did you do to me? How could you?"-"Now Mr. Holland, what do you think happened? As she showed me a scar onher ankle. The scar I had made, cutting myself out of the shrinking bluejeans."-"How could you do that to me! I thought I was trapped in that horriblebody forever," I said in a panic stricken voice.I-"Your not making.