Oh God," Lindsay said.I slid my hands across her chest. Down her stomach. Across her panties. And I started gently rubbing."God. Oh God," Lindsay said...She moved her hands. Across my chest. Down towards my waist. I knew I was already hard. But she didn't go there.Instead she slid her hands up my shirt. Started rubbing my chest. And looked at me."Enough?" Lindsay said."You can do whatever you want," I finally said.She started rubbing my nipples. Then slid her hands down my chest again. I kissed. . he told me 18 and a half .. but the cam .. Finally, sometimes.I find a place to park my car. I hope my big sedan will not attract too much greed but the neighborhood is not dodgy .. I easily found the brewery .. the appointment. In the light .. the guy seems young .. But I am hard-on .. emo style .. androgynous I can branch to death. One moment I expect him to ask me some money .. honestly .. I wanted so badly he would have had. I pay him a drink .. I took a tape .. him a mineral water .. It. ." Shhh." she hushed me. "Don't apologize. Just relax and let's keep this between us." I stood there as she ran her fingers across my penis with one hand, and gripped my butt with the other. It didn't take long for me to shoot my white creamy load onto the mirror. Without cleaning my jizz off the mirror. She led me back into the bedroom where she sat on the bed and took out another pair of stockings and put them on. She then put a beautiful pair of high heels on as well and then began. And then my eyes fastened on the myriad reflections of me, nude, boundand feminized -- and on the images of my captors, well-dressed andsmiling cruelly, and I shivered again.Angela tugged downward on the leash, forcing me to my knees on the softcarpet, and Dorothy unbuckled the straps of the dildo-gag, pulling thehateful thing from my mouth at last."Where are the photos?" she asked dispassionately."Untie me!" I squealed hoarsely. "Let me loose or I'll put those picturesall over the.