The hands on the plain white clock circled around the face as I talkedfor over an hour. Sometimes one of my interviewers would interrupt andI would an...wer their question and then continue. I just couldn't bestopped, detail upon detail, a sad story about a wreck of a man whoentered a dungeon and emerged a beautiful but hollow fuck toy. When thestory had finished unfolding, the details all revealed and my throatparched I looked at my new, friendly captors and said, "I guess youhelp me with the. This drew a brief caress of my bulging pouch, with her eyes opening wide and a “Yummy” whispered in my ear. A week later, a card arrived in the mail. Inside the “write it yourself” card was this message: “You and I have had a great time for 3 months, you treat me like a Princess, now, I have someone that you really need to meet. Come to my home Saturday night, 9PM; drive your antique red convertible that you showed to me. Don’t call to inquire about this, just show up.” Naturally, I did as. Soon afterwards we cuddled next to each other and fell asleep.August 8, 1847I woke up this morning when Louise got up to prepare breakfast. Following her out of the wagon, I gave her a tender kiss on the neck. She stiffened and then relaxed."Are you felling better now?" I asked."Yes. Though I'm still nervous about being around other men." I noticed that you were afraid last night when we made love." I'm sorry!" She began to cry.Holding her in my arms I just told her, "It's all right. I'm. Her stockings were skin tone with dark welts embroidered withroses. She took my breath away.She stood with her arms akimbo and allowed me time to contemplate herbeauty then stepped forward, grasped the bottom of my tee-shirt andpulled it over my head. I quickly dropped my trousers and lost mysandals. "Nice," she said admiring Aunt Laura?s silk cami and theFrench knickers I wore. My erection tented the front of my pantiesmaking an obscene bulge and I couldn?t help noticing that Amy was inthe.