I parked in my spot and unfolded all of my 6'3" out of the car and grabbed my book bag. I'm of average weight with broad shoulders that scream for mus...le, long legs and arms and dark brown hair. My Native heritage makes my skin always a bit tan all year round, and in the summer I brown and look something like my ancestors. The two things I know I have working for me are my eyes and my smile. My eyes are this blue-green hazel, and I've been told women melt when I lock eyes with them and men are. I pick them up examining them, unsure exactly what they are. I grab the box, look at the label and see Sara’s name and address on them.“Oh, shit!” talking to myself. “I know what these are!” A big smile on my face.I’m looking at three glass butt plugs. It must be a starter set. All three are different sizes and weights. The largest looks like a challenge, the small one looks too tiny to even feel good. A big smile still remains on my face, which soon fades to a horrifying shock. I now realized. In the darkest regions of her memories, there were things that she had experimented with that she could not tell anyone about; Things that were i*****l, perverted and unimaginable to the majority of people and society. Stacey did not look back in disgust at some of the things she tried, she saw them as a learning experience – still practicing some, and discarding the rest as to which gave her pleasure, and those that didn’t.Her memories began to arouse her, stimulating her body into an. No matter. Cesar began unbuttoning Catherina’s blouse. Catherina touched his hands, exhibiting mild reluctance but no real resistance. Cesar disregarded her hesitation as he stood and hauled her up with him. He silently continued his labors, removing her clothes in detail. Blouse and skirt dropped away. He spun and bowed Catherina’s pose as needed during the disrobing. She twisted away sometimes, showing her reserve but again no real resistance. Cesar never faltered in the pace of his tasks..