...I checked how tight the bounds were and I feared to find out I struggled to move my wrists in any direction. A sigh that busted out of my chest con...ained a plea for mercy. From the smile emerged on Stan's face I assumed I'd get none. Thanks to my arms being lifted, my breasts formed libidinously into two standing cups. He spanked them with the fingers. Sounds of the slaps distracted the silence and the atmosphere of kinky excitement in the room. The red straps started to show up as he. I did masturbate with their nylons and panties (I now wonder what son or brother hasn't), but I never had sex with them, I did however have sex with cousin; the story follows...I haven't always been a crossdresser, when I was very young I remember being fascinated by women's legs in nylon stockings (they still wore stockings in those days). I remember being at a friends house, and his mom used to put her son over her lap and rub his back with a soft brush as a form of reward, it was like a soft. Krajick,” I read out my number, “I would appreciate you taking the time to call back whenever possible. Thank you.”I ended the call.It was late afternoon before my phone rang, with an unknown number on the caller ID.“David Barker,” I announced as I answered it.“Mr Barker?” a soft mid-west American accented voice replied. “this is Doctor Bethany Krajick, returning your call. How can I help you?”I gave her a quick rundown of the situation that we were in, while she listened, and gave me verbal. Like twins they said, “He’s married, to me, so don’t be getting any ideas.”They didn’t say Us or Her. “Married to me” ... as a single entity.Continuing as one, they said, “I don’t mind loaning him out but he’s mine.”“Wow ... that’s a great trick,” I said.By this time Zen had delegated the responsibility of gathering the pile of green to Asia. He appeared in front of me.“No trick ... they’re not from here.” He said, “Although, I found them here.”The first Here was accompanied by an all inclusive.