Her food caught, flinging Kyra face-first on a bead of dead pine needles. Pain shot through her legs where she had landed against the roots and her ba...k ached from the fall. Oh my god she thought, my glasses, my bag and my nail file, how will I find them in this darkness. She let out a cry of pain and frustration then instantly regretted it, for the sound was barely out of her mouth when she felt some beast, some animal pounce on top of her. The same growling filled her ears and out of the. "What for, I don't know. But obviously you're mad at me forsomething. But how's about getting me my clothes? I need thebathroom."She walked over to the closet and slid the door open. Even from his bedhe could see a mass of bright and pastel clothes inside - but theycertainly weren't men's clothes."Which outfit would you prefer Gerald?" She asked coyly. There's allsorts of pretty ones in here. But-" She paused. "That's funny?" What is?"She didn't reply for a second, sliding clothes back. " Okay, Honey. Wake me if you need any help." Goodnight, Babe."Back in Angie's room, I set out to make her comfortable. Don't get me wrong; from the very start I expected some voyeuristic pleasure. However, I only planned to steal a quick peek and be done with it. Turning out all the lights but a bedside lamp, I at sat at her side on the edge of the bed.First, I removed her shoes and socks. Such pretty, tender little feet!However, that is not my particular fetish, so with shaking fingers I. My dick was half-hard all the way through the meal especially since I was wearing a thick chrome cock ring and no underwear. She had a rather large vodka martini, which, judging by her eyes, had obviously gone to her head. My mood was definitely elevated by the two single malt scotches I had. I squeezed her hand and gave her a wink. Her wink back was incentive enough to ask for the check. "No time for dessert?" she asked, with a little bit of a pout."Later," I replied. I was on a mission..