Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn't provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole bac.... Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties. We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs. I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me. I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically. This left me standing in my heels, ankles still locked inthe spreader, and the plug still inside me. Telling me he would be backin a bit, he left the room, and I distinctly heard the front door openand close. Now what was I to do? Bound, gagged, plugged, in greatpain, and helpless. It was a situation I had read about in forcedfeminization stories, and yes, even masturbated over, but when it washappening to me, it didn't feel quite so sexy. As I stood there, I wasaware of the thick rubber. Tears filled her eyes and she asked him to sit down while she worked out what she could do for him. And then she went to get the manager. Because there was a real problem – in fact two of them. His story had almost broken her heart – he was dirty, smelly and dressed in rags but he had been so heroic and all he wanted was a holiday to remind him of what might have been. And the poster was out of date and the inaugural offer had expired and she didn't know how to tell him that his naive fantasy. .» conclude sorridendo e ritirando velocemente la mano dal mio cazzo palesemente gonfio.«Valeria... dai... smettila...» gli dico mentre la vedo sdraiarsi.Non contenta della provocazione, continua il suo teatrino tirandosi fortemente su gli slip evidenziando lo spacco della fica, ed abbassando sempre più l'elastico per abbronzarsi il basso ventre. Ora il costume é ridotto talmente ai minimi termini che si riescono ad intravedere anche i peli pubici, aumentando la mia eccitazione già di per sé a.