" I worded slowly. "You're too sweet," she said, walking intothe kitchen. "This is the real deal. I was a cheerleader for my highschool football team....It was 1993 and I was 16 years old. Still fits perfectly. I felt that it would make the evening much more....well....intimate. Not many Mother's dig out their old cheerleading outfit to put on just for their sons." And yet you do," I said. "That's because I love you, from the bottom of my heart, so much." She walked over to me and kissed me on. ? She whispered all this in my ear pressing her body up against mine she rubbed her hand down my chest and grabbed the front of my pants which now encased my ever so hard cock to give emphasis that I was in fact enjoying the hell out of this. ?Well let?s just see what else I have here to show you? with that she reached in her bag and pulled out a leather collar which she attached around my neck it closed with a small gold padlock in the back. She then snapped a leash on to the front of it. "I always wanted to eat you alive." Go ahead, honey, you go ahead," Brandi panted to, twisting excitedly under Laura's aggressive caresses. "You eat anything you want." You want me to do it hard?" Hard as you can," Brandi gasped, her eyes glazed with sexual excitement."But I don't have one of these," Laura said, pausing to caress one of Brandi's phenomenal, bulging thigh muscles with her fingertips."Pretty white lady," Brandi said patiently, "if you ram this skinny white bony little thigh of. Instead, I found myself admiring myclean, perfect curves in the window reflection."Yeah, he didn't make it." Janice said, placing my wig off to the side.They lifted me off my pole, and lay me down. "Died in the operatingroom, early this morning."My torso was on straight, so I stared slightly to the left, of course,and could still see the window reflection. Brad, dead?Cindy pulled my boots off, and put them on the cart, beside the rest ofmy old outfit. "Fucking rich twit, driving half drunk at.