.In your dream you're lying in bed sleeping, your window opens and I slip in through it wearing all black.I creap silently to you and put my hand over...your mouth and tie your hands to the bed post with my other hand.You wake up and start struggling, "be quiet and you won't get hurt, you might even enjoy it" I tell you. You see the glint of a knife lying on the table and decide it's best to cooperate. " I'm going to move my hand now, so be a good girl and relax and do as I say" you nod your head. You really shouldn't leave your body in such a vulnerable position; you know how men can get to groping in a crowded bar," I say as my hand roams up your front and squeezes a handful of breast."What am I going to do with you?" you complain in mock protest. My hand lingers on your soft, round breast and pinches a quickly swelling nipple before getting cited for trespassing. Your ass, now placed firmly on my lap, subtly begins to grind on the bulge beneath it. A breathy sigh escapes your lips. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon. Ok, so it was agreed that I would come over to her home the following week and make a quick $100 in the process. There was no question though, as I drank a few beers that day she looked more and more sexier and we brushed up against each other in a "weird" but great way. In the addition, the "good to see you again, my how you have grown up" hug at the end of the night was a little longer than normal. Arriving at her house a few days later I felt a bit anxious. She asked if I could come over.