I feltwow. Like a sensation, like the star of the show. Like in My FairLady: "I could have danced all night" All eyes, all smiles on me. Shy,longin... looks yeah, I recognize those, I've given plenty of themmyself. No guy should ever go through this, it does really weird thingsto my brain. But I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. I shouldwrite papers in psychology about this next year, except nobody wouldbelieve me.Feb. 26, 2001I met with a plastic surgeon today. He was talking. Mark was already dressed. “Morning,” I said as nonchalantly as possible, trying to keep my nerves out of my voice. Mark did his best not to stare. I knew my breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the satin of my nightie, as was my thong. This time I did not retreat to the bedroom when he offered me coffee but proceeded to get my cereals and sat with him at the breakfast bar. Again we made small talk until it was time for him to leave. I had a late start so, once I had seen Mark to the. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”“Good,” the girl groaned.I glanced over at the Black stud. He gripped the woman’s tits now, squeezing them. The husband was stroking his cock while the crowd clapped and cheered his wife on. They were all whooping in delight. Some of the watching ladies were bouncing with excitement. Guys were adjusting hardons. I smiled at the wicked sight.The Hispanic girl’s fingers found my asshole. She stroked my naughty backdoor. Pleasure rippled through me. Then. I....agreed to meet her in an isolated location out of town. We met at the entrance to a forested hillside and we walked silently to a spot she previously used for sexual liaisons. Finally, she spoke quietly in a demure, sexy way that she wanted me to tie her up and produced a length of rope from her waistcoat. She removed her coat while I stood at her rear, preparing to embark on this sexual conquest. "Now, place the rope around my wrists."I placed her wrists together behind her back and tied.