The bitch dressed kind of weird actually; a baggy trench coat, wide floppy hat and oversized sunglasses. No, not a cop but... well, Norm hoped she was...'t a cross dresser. The middle-aged man was due back at the office for an important meeting and he didn't want to be late. But sometimes these urges took control and he had to act on them. The bitch walked into a sheltered area surrounded by trees and Norm decided to act. It would have to be a quickie."Careful!" the woman cried when Norm tackled. Perhaps it wouldmake me pass out, or even worse: perhaps it would make me too drowsy andweak to resist them while leaving me fully conscious of everything theydid. My panic-stricken imagination leapt with dizzying speed through theawful kinky possibilities of what they might do to me.The man grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and then brought theneck of the bottle up against one of my nostrils. With his thumb hepressed the other one shut. I tried not to breathe, but with my ownsodden. We'll be fine." Now about the Hatteras," John began. "The forty-five foot fishing cruiser we picked up in the Keys is worth five to six times what you paid for it. The hull is sound, the engines are in great condition, and the boat is generally in great shape. The boat would have been considered pristine if the oxidized outer area had been polished and touched up in some areas. I had the hull cleaned and painted and also authorized the cleanup, polishing, and touch up painting on the boat.. "Okay. Let's get started. I'll get the hairpiece."She reappeared with a styrofoam head with a black wig cut and shaped intoa long pageboy just like hers. She held it up for my wife's approval. Thenshe looked at me and shook her head. "This really is his fantasy?"My wife sighed. She turned to me. "Pull down your underwear and show her."I blanched but did what she ordered. I pulled down my panties and showedher my restraining device. Of course, she saw my hairless crotch at thesame time.The salon.