Charlie made it official following one of the Bowl Games that ESPN had been broadcasting on New Year’s Day. At the end of the broadcast, in what was...obviously a pre-planned move, the camera zoomed in on him as the studio and the other commentators went quiet and he announced he was taking a leave of absence to run for the United States Senate in his home state of Maryland. He praised ESPN and his fellow commentators for their help and support over the years and promised to put the same effort. We were both old enough to know what was going on and as I have mentioned in several stories before, we became sexually active with the old man, but this incident is about something with a slight twist to it, Sandra, who was slightly more developed than I was, had a fetish, she wanted to be a 'Pony-girl', and sent off to the UK for a bridle, reigns, plumes, and crop and the man over there sent a tail, with real horse-hair connected to a butt-plug, asking her to send him some photos with it. You surprise me – and make me moan loudly – when You stuff both the thong and garter into my mouth. Deeply...filling every crevasse of space. i am trembling with excitement. You reach behind me and undo the lovely bra, and then bring my arms down in order to remove it. As the bra falls to the floor i am naked except for the stockings and heels, and my waxed cunt has never felt so exposed. You cross my wrists in front of my abdomen and tie them off with some type of cord or scarf; it is soft but. ‘You want me to have sex with them for money?’ I cried in disbelief. ‘Well yeah, it’s better than giving it away like you do now,’ he argued. I didn’t respond and just sat there in silence. ‘He’s right,’ I thought suddenly feeling humbled by the demeaning description of my admittedly slutty behavior over the past year. My self esteem at a all time low and my pride all but gone I looked at him with renewed strength. ‘How much do I get?’ I asked. ‘We’ll charge according to what they want, but you.