With the dryerwhirling around his ears and Claudette working on his nails, Jacque'seyes darted around to all the sights and seemed to be contemplating...unning for his masculine life. Then he sighed and his body went limpagainst the back of the drying chair. He had succumbed to his hiddendesire to experience his here to fore caged feminine side. After all itwas only for one night.The nail polishing procedure lasted just about as long as it took to dryJacque's hair under the menacing dryer. The. We started out with nothing but our love for each other, and both of us worked hard to achieve what we have today.Along the way we raised a couple of pretty good kids, who are off now with families of their own. And even though we loved them dearly, our love for each other was always paramount in our lives. We just loved being with each other, and after all these years her look and her touch still excites me as if I were a teenager again.I had been to Florida while I served with the navy back. I close my eyes, as I feel him bite down hard upon my neck. Felling all the pain, I pass out in his grip. …. I do not know how much time has past, or where I am. All I know is I am naked, cold, and chained to a wall. My hands chained together above my head, my legs chained spread out, just inches above the ground. I feel the need for blood, a need I had never felt before. The room is so dark, dark like the street was, but yet I can see fine. I can make out every little detail in the room. I can. My eyes, though, never blinked - as I did not want to miss anything.Mother gasped suddenly and her face turned towards me, eyes clenched tight, as her back arched off the chests beneath her. The man chuckled and I saw his hand stroking my sisters thin raised bottom, fingers frequently disappearing between her thighs. He saw my glare, "Better than fantasy isn't it Gary?"I could not answer and turned my head back to my sister and my mother in shame. They were doing this because of me and I felt.