I stumble forward in an almost intoxicated state unaware of the situation I would shortly find myself in! My heart begins to race as the distant noise... in the woods become louder and the realisation that I am not alone hits me like a freight train. Now my thoughts of curiosity turn to fear, my heart feels as though it is about to explode out of my chest and as I turn to run I trip falling face first in to some sort of thick sticky substance. As I struggle to fight my way out of the green,. .. it all started last night. Oh, no it didn't. Let me think what started when." It started months ago, I'm willing to bet," he said with a young man's certainty. His attitude made her feel it necessary to defend Tom, at least. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of Tom's sins would have been laid bare! She was suddenly aware of this tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself. It was a defense mechanism, she thought. This... this thing that was. Around the edge of the hairpiece there were adhesive strips which kept it from slipping. My mistress took some moments getting it exactly how she wanted it. The next surprise was the dress. It was a maid's uniform of black silk. She slipped it over my head and pulled the zipper up the back. Round my waist she put a white silk edged apron, and pulled the strings into a tight bow at the back, accentuating the way that the corset was shaping me. I could see as I looked down that the front was. She had dated since her second year in high school. Certainly, I would not be the first parent to catch his daughter or son getting off.I tried to quiet my racing heart: to keep it in my chest. Throughout this diatribe to my libido, however, my hand had somehow worked itself inside my suit pants and down into my briefs. I had my cock firmly in my hand and was squeezing it with a vice-like fist.I have often seen depictions of the angel and the devil sitting on a character's shoulders but I.