She must have noticed my concern at no one appearing to be driving. “It’s OK, babe; the Autopilot copes well on these roads. Now Sam, why don’t ...ou introduce Aila to the Special Bikini.”It was certainly ‘special’ – just a thin strappy outline of a bikini, really. The triangular top pieces surrounded each breast without providing any cover for the nipples and the bottoms seemed to just hold my pussy lips further apart than usual. Sam smeared some jelly onto the electrodes inside each black. “Fuck Alex – you take as long as a fucking cunt to get ready!” Ben complained as he swatted the shiny PVC stretched taunt across me ass.“But it’s worth the wait – isn’t it?” I giggled which got me another sharp swat to my little bottom as it wiggled out the door.As we got to the bottom of the stairs, Paul wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back against his body running the fingers of his free hand up along my thigh past my skirt to my waist and then both hands cupped my bra clad. I didn't laugh.* *A Lifestyle's Convention - or a collection of Fetish Fans - is a greatplace to people watch. There were women in women's underwear, and men inwomen's underwear. There Masters and Mistresses and sissies and subs.There were big and little and rubber and leather and women wearing strapons and men wearing maid's dresses. Some women had mohawks. Some men hadpigtails.We walked around, looking. Angie wanted to check out the dildos, so westopped there. Mary-Anne bought a pair of. The horse had dumped Bill, resulting in his broken leg. Bill had shot the horse and the rattlesnake, but he had nearly used up his ammunition in calling for help. He'd had only three bullets left by the time Jack showed up.It took three hours to get to the ranch, and Bill's uncle, Sam Akers, refused to hear of Jack not staying the night. Helen Akers, Sam's wife, put Bill to bed and had him dosed with laudanum to get the pain under control so that he could sleep.The next morning, Jack and Sam.