Ssh…yes. he whispered. He turned away from her and reached into the bag, and carefully so the keys wouldnt make too much noise, took the cuffs out. ...olding them in her lap, he turned back, and he saw her eyes light up. The handcuffs! she whispered. Yes, now you can be my prisoner. he said. Do me a favor, and get my fedora before we start, please? she asked, and pointed to her dresser where the hat stood. He smiled. It was kind of an accident how they discovered the hat trick, but theyre glad. "N...no!" Lane gasped inreturn as his mental gears locked up and his head spun."If you wanted to dress as a woman why didn?t you come to me and ask forhelp princess?" she reasoned.No young man would "ask for help" for anything like that! It wasunthinkable! But now it was a nice added tease she was able to use on anow quite compliant Lane. "Maybe I should call your mother, or does shealready know her son is a little sissy, hummm?"Joyce cooed as she went on in her "Robinsonesque" rhetoric teasing. Her heart sank a little. This was it, no turningback. "Who's paying for her?" asked the young one. "It doesn't say," said the taller man. "Her husband maybe?" "If so, she be contrite when she gets back." Once she was shuffled aboard the private plane they removed the cuffs andreplaced them straight away with a spreader bar for her arms and a spreaderbar for her legs. The cardigan was tossed aside. The tall one worked on makingher spread her arms as far away from each other as they could. SMACKGreg slapped his hand against Marks arse a second time, the pain mingling with the pleasure, Mark loved it.Greg took the tube of lube and spread it across his hardened member. He caressed his hardness feeling the veins that ran down the shaft of his enormous cock.Greg climbed on the bed, this time straddling Mark from behind. He gently pushed the head of his cock towards the widened arse-hole. The tip of his cock squeezed into the hole, Marks head span with pleasure, and the sensation.