One whiff of his predeliction andhis career would be over. He remembered the last time that had happenednearly fifteen years ago. He'd been 15 and pub...rty had been slow to arrive. He'd always lovedwomen's clothes but he was totally enamored of Marilyn Monroe and he'dconvinced his mom to let him dress up as her that Halloween. He rememberedthe white dress they'd found at the thrift shop and the long blond wighismom borrowed from the beauty shop. That was the good part of the memory.He also. " Look, T'Pol, why did we run off? Are there problems because you brought me?" Yes and no," T'Pol confessed. "It is not a problem that you are here, but I believe my mother sensed that we are not just colleagues. She has also contacted Koss." Isn't that the guy who wanted to marry you?" Yes. He still demands marriage," T'Pol answered with her eyes cast firmly to the ground."Too bad for him. He's too late for that," Trip answered calmly as they continued their walk.Trip awoke to the rhythmic. By then my hand had entered her t-shirt and had started pressing her nipples.After a few minutes we broke our kiss and I started licking her boobs and I zipped down her pants and went down to explore her wet pussy(it was clean shaved). I inserted my finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her. Within a couple of minutes she held my hand and collapsed. She rested for a while and then told me its my turn and started massaging my cock over the pants.She then bent down unzipped my pants. The girl was resisting mightily, but unable to prevent Cynthia'sdetermination from forcing her to join us inside.She was bucking and plunging like a bucking horse - The shrieking soundsfrom her mouth were altered and muted by the large ball gag strappedtightly and digging grooves into her cheeks.As she plunged from side to side to the limits of the chain, we couldsee that her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, and her elbows werestrapped together.Her little black party dress ended.