As such, when I do type it in, to me it is all now in the past and gets told as past tense, even when it is intended otherwise. I spend a lot of time ...fterwards correcting the story back to the real-time way it actually happened. And I always seem to miss a few, though I don't see them at the time.So when my copy is perfect, I send it off to my proofreader, whose only reward for his hard work is getting to see my work ahead of everyone else. (He says it's worth it!) A day or three later it. My cock pushed harder at the terry cloth confining it. I wished that the sweater had a living woman wearing it. I loved sweaters, but sometimes it was just a bit lonely with only a piece of fuzzy cloth for company. I sighed again as I felt two soft hands caress my cheeks and lips touched my brow as fleeting as a butterfly's touch.My eyes flew open. I found myself looking into two pools of inky darkness surrounded by long thick dark grey lashes. The dark pools grew smaller and I gazed on a. In five seconds I was standing naked in front of her. Then she took off her outer clothes, standing in the black slip she knew I loved - to see and, in secret, to wear. My cock got hard from seeing her, and in anticipation of what was to come. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it so hard I almost fell to my knees."Yes, dear, I know you like to wear this slip. You may not cum in it, but you forget the little stains your pre-cum leaves. Well, today you will wear much more than this."She threw back. “What are you doing, Jacob?” Donna whispered in my ear.“Cindy, my little Piper girl, wants to be dominated and fucked in the ass,” I said. “I think our whole pod should see what kind of girl she really is. I think they should all pet her tiddies and suck her nipples while she stands motionless in front of them. You should run your fingers through her slit and feel how wet she is, just thinking about being on display in front of her pod mates. You should watch as I lube up her asshole and fuck.