I was in ecstasy!I could feel his hard cock through my clothing and as he rubbed himself up and down grinding into my pussy through my trousers.I hear... the sound of my trouser zip come slowly down as he slid his hand inside,my heart was racing,thumping and he could see my excitement ,feel it !He then closed my legs together and literally pulled the trousers off me, and threw my little black thong onto the floor before i started to take off his clothes too.He pinned my hands down tight above my. Heels, stockings, garters, panties corset and body stocking all inplace. I was having a difficult time taking breaths, and one of thesedays I'll remember to put my heels on before my corset. It's nearlyimpossible to buckle the ankle straps when you can't bend over easily.Sissy basics, but I still mess that part up almost every time.My nipples rubbed across the fishnet across my chest and poked throughthe holes now and then. It was intensely frustrating, as Mistress hadgone to great lengths to. Okay, it stopped him from having to face the same banal questions over and over again. But some people were seeing it as an admission of guilt. The whole thrust of their campaign had changed. It had stopped being about politics, or the people, and instead focused on his battle with the media. And on this fucking story, of course… or should that be, a story about fucking? There had to be a way forward. They were dead otherwise. But what? *** ‘Guus!’ Erika checked her face in the mirror as she. Please comment and mail me. Let me come to my story. I am new her here so am sorry for the mistakes.When I was coming back from my college in bus due to rush (always bus will be rush in Chennai) in bus I was standing, someone is squeezing my ass after sometime his big palm holding my ass I looked back angrily. A guy aged of 30s pressing one side of my ass. I got irritated and I got out of that bus and get another bus and reached home. I felt its nice but am good girl and how can an unknown.