When she finished , she removed her blouse and put it down. “Finally take off your panties and brassiere. Though they are thin, they’re still a ba...rier to punishment.” Amanda knew that arguing wouldn’t help, but only make things worse. Reluctantly Amanda slid her white cotton panties down her legs and removed them. The coach took them from her and placed them on the desk. Though almost naked, Amanda tried to maintain a shred of dignity. She kept her back ramrod straight and held her chin up. Fortunately everybodyin this city is in a hurry to do something, or simply saw alreadyeverything, so nobody cared that I was a man dressed in woman?s clothes(this or I was really well dressed, but I did not believe in that).We went to the parking place and it was the first time I saw Tiffany?scar. It was, of course, a Baby Blue Ka Ford with a penelope pitstopadhesive, of course. We entered the car, me in the passenger?s place,and we started heading north. She made the longer way. At one of. I push those thoughts away, there will be time enough for that later. Right now all I want is in my arms. You kiss my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, our tongues mating. Your hands running up and down my arms and over my shoulders, caressing my breast. You bend down, taking an already sensitive nipple into your mouth, gently tugging with your teeth, then swirling your tongue over and over. Your other hand rubbing my other nipple, rolling its tip between your thumb and finger. Your fingers. A brief glance in the mirror, traces of youth clinging to your face and a sparkle in your pale green eyes only confirm your thirst for adventure as you set this image of yourself in your mind. Someday you'll be famous and battle-hardened, but you don't want to forget where you started. After walking the whole day, you begin to wonder if maybe this was the best idea. You haven't seen anyone on the roads except for one or two traders headed towards your village. The City is another day or two.