.. Get comfortable, that will help relax you.It was a good idea. A pair of sweat pants and a soft top would calm herdown. Her jeans were too tight and...the boots she had worn felt like theywere binding her toes, feet and calves. "Yeah... good idea, go change..." It was strange being in the housealone. She'd almost forgotten how nice it was here with no one else tomake noises or be distracting. As Tim, she used to like being herealone from time to time. As Kim, she couldn't really remember. A tall, good-looking man in his early forties with alabaster skin, long black hair and pale green eyes. He wore a black leather outfit, long black boots and a lightweight black cape. He looked quite good, and was dressed in an almost theatrical way. Yet his face was grim and his eyes shone with a cold intelligence. Thanatos’s eyes bore into me and at once I knew him to be a terrible and powerful being. He seemed to scan me. Whatever he discovered seemed to please him, for he smiled. Thanatos. So he picks the secondary door and proceded to enter the washroom under a cloak of secrecy. Peering around the corner and off the mirror he can see her lathering up, soaping her tiny figure and foaming up her hair. "Ahhh" Hans thought, "she does trim the hedges". After her cleansing ritual came the razors. She carefully shaved the outer edges of her pubic region, being ever so careful, each stroke revealed more and more of her slit and lips. Her fingers were meticulously prepping and stretching. I then give him a striptease and tell him my ass is his if he wants it. I would then start rubbing his jeans, feeling the outline of his cock, and continue to fill him up with lust. Sometimes in these fantasies the old biker slaps my ass and tells me what a whore I am and how I'm asking for it. I would keep on going until he told me to get up off him and get on my knees. I obey what the biker daddy says and get on my knees as I see his huge monster cock bulging in his pants. Then he stand ups.