I'm a member of Birchplace, and my profile does include my passion fromwalking along the seafront at night-time, dressed as penelope. It alsoindicates...my preferences to be dominated, tied up, spanked and generallyabused sexually.It was one of these occasions, when I forgot all about this profile thatI've written, when one night in spring, I went from my usual walk alongthe seafront dressed as penelope. I approached my usual place where I satat Ovingdean, and as usual, there was nobody around.. She undoes my belt, then unzips and opens then wide, she undoes the button on my boxers, and reaches in pulling out my hard uncut cock. She puts her lips over my head and works my foreskin back exposing my tip, then begins licking circles around it, while slowly lowering her mouth over my head, and then down the shaft, pulling back, and working deeper and deeper my cock into her mouth then, throat, until I’m all in, she then begins bobbing her head, my hips shift meeting her, guiding me deeper. Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bed, lowering me gently onto the sheets.I watched as he stripped off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shorts. I almost shit when I saw the size of the bulge in his jockey shorts. He came close. "Feel of it, Stevie," he said. "Go haid, girl, squeeze on it."I reached up and felt the hard boner under the material of his shorts. He groaned in pleasure. "Take my shots down, sissy," he said.I hooked my fingers and thumbs under the waistband and pulled. It was covered in sparse grass and separated from the mainland by a narrow inlet on two sides and with the Shannon on the third side. Farther to the west, I could see Foynes Island, as a large rocky hill rising out of the Shannon.The large fireplace was on the west wall of the hall about midway down its length. There was fire wood positioned near it and a work table was also set up near it. The other furnishings of the hall sat in a pile in one corner waiting to be assembled for meal time. The.