Once I lock the handcuffs on, the keys could be anywhere. If I'm careful to lock the handcuffs on with the locks facing away from my hands I could hol... the key in my hand and not be able to release myself. I lay down on the bed and lock the handcuffs to my wrists. The overhead light is off, but the lamp on the nightstand is on. The first time I'd tried this I'd left the overhead light on. By the time my wife got home my eyes stung more than the whip.The waiting is part of the torment. I can't. My first attempts looked clownish andhorrific. I persevered. I watched tutorials on YouTube. I began to honemy craft. There's a lot more to it than one might think. Skin tones,contouring, blending, colour combination, less is definitely more. Ididn't want to go for the drag queen look that some crossdressers end upchasing.I sat at my office desk, half glancing over my shoulder, half makingmental notes on another makeup tutorial I had in a windowed tab on myscreen. My finger poised on the mouse. I looped my fingers in the waist band of his sweats, and as my son lifted his hips off the seat of the kitchen chair he still sat on, I pulled them down to his ankles. And there it was, every long thick pulsating beautiful inch of his dick. The fat red head was already dribbling precum and with one last glance into my son’s eyes, I leaned forward and made a slow long lick from base to tip catching the mildly salty tang of that sweet fluid. I even lowered my mouth to his sooth hairless ball sack. He knew that Belinda was a multi-faceted female and that the responsibility of the overall project management rested on her shoulders but she had her own needs and her own agenda that had nothing at all to do with the success of using the free government grass in the valley to fatten up her steers before moving to markets back east.Even now, he was climbing the stairs to her private office to discuss their options of responding to the latest violence swirling around them like a tornado of.