She had put him off all this time and now the proud little bitch was going to pay for it!His penis felt like a swollen bruise, as if it were doing him...some physical harm not to shove it into her and every moment's hesitation was a specialized piece of torture.He removed his fingers from her behind and held his penis in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as though he would cum any moment. Gently he pulled the foreskin back revealing the bright red head, glistening and shiny.He tightened his. "It is time for you to begin hiding so that your enemiesdon't see you. Take off your clothes and put these newclothes on." But that's a girl's dress. I won't wear it." Your father entrusted your safety to me. As you can see bymy old age and weakness, I'm not strong enough to fight foryou. Therefore I must protect you by outsmarting yourenemies. They are looking for a young boy and they won'trecognize you in this dress because when you are wearingthe dress, they will see a young girl instead of. I left the club when I had had enough to drink and figured the walk home would do me good. I don’t remember the walk home other than just thinking about her and how time seemed to pass quickly. I slept soundly that night and got up early to go to work. I could write a book about that night in the club, watching her for that short time, putting everything to memory about her. I wondered if she went to dance every weekend and if I would ever see her again. After work I showered and went to the. ’ Having waylaid some of Mr. Stevens’ fears, Anissa transferred the call to the shipping department. Which was nothing more than her best friend, George, a credit card machine, and a personal computer hooked up to the Internet, in a small cramped office that also served as a storage room. While George dealt with the rest of Mr. Steven’s fears, Anissa put her head down, closed her eyes, and tried to remember what else she had to finish up today before she closed the store. She had to make sure.