I am his ! I trust him ". I come back to get you after I'm ready, I tell you " please put the blindfold on and listen to my every command."I say pleas... do exactly as I say or this nights fantasy will not work as I've planned" you say I trust you but I'm scared... I lean over kiss your neck and tell you trust me! Can you do that ? Fully, without resolve ? Will you give yourself to me? Completely ?? What ever I ask?.Your vagina starts to pulse.. Could this be really happening ?.. Am I really. ‘Hope it is not the McIntyre’s boy coming to get help, maybe something’s happened to the old man.’ He walked to the mudroom dressing in his coverall and boots his mind racing. The McIntyre’s were his closest neighbors and had to ask him for help before, since they were old and raising their grandson alone. He pulled the blaze orange hunting cap over his ears and grabbed the light gloves he wore even in the winter, pulling them on in stiff jerks. The weariness fell from his frame and his body. She reached behind her back, quickly unhooking her bra, but when she pulled the straps off her soft shoulders, Damien stopped her. He took over the task, kissing each inch of her skin newly revealed. The sheer cups fell away, baring Rebecca’s breasts to his view. Her nipples were smaller, but still attractive, drawing his lips to their brown tips. He licked them, and sucked them softly, alternating from right to left. As they stiffened slightly, he sucked harder, eliciting a moan from her. Two other models wore exotic oriental designs from Mei-Ling's studio.A model walked out in a zippered mini-dress belted low on her hips. She marched to center stage and pulled the zipper down to her waist-band. With a sweep and a smile, she pulled the whole zipper up, off and over her head, leaving only the vee-neck virtual mini-dress. The crowd whooped as she skipped off the stage, twirling the zipper.The sportswear section of the show included virtual tees, rugbys, polo shirts for men and.