. holding me down... pulling cuffs from somewhere and restraining my wrists above my head... He had effectively stopped any chance I had for escaping ...ery quickly. Soon I was helpless... more helpless than I'd ever been in my life... on my side with my legs spread for his pleasure of view, and my wrists together and over my head... still blindfolded. Not being able to see anything was making me even more scared. I had no idea what he was doing was he just looking? I couldn't feel him near me,. I wasn't expecting a welcoming parade, but I suppose my reputation preceded me again. I then heard strains of "It's Raining Men," blared from afar and I suddenly remembered this is Pride week, so I took her arm and lead us further down the block in order to be heard. I was hoping the "I Heart Pussy" tee I bought from a local vendor wasn't too subtle. As she took in a variety of men in their Daisy Dukes, she offered her hand and, "I'm Joan Watson...Doctor Joan Watson." What a fitting name for my. For now, he just waved and said, “Hi!”Then the bookish beauty stepped away from the door and was gone.He sat on the bed and sighed happily. This was almost too perfect, and he couldn’t ask for a better base of operations to begin his life’s work…For some years, Nick had been obsessed with the idea of turning good, chaste, virtuous women into dark, twisted, perverse sluts. He would always perk up and pay close attention whenever a movie or TV show featured a gorgeous female character who,. ‘Hey, that’s great! I want things to look like this …’ He started outlining his plans to his aunt, who began busily scribbling down on the paper he provided. Within a few hours between them they had managed to draw up some fairly decent-looking plans that would plainly describe the features that he was looking for. Bryan had no idea his sexy aunt had such talent and then he realized he knew little about her, save that she was his father’s younger sister and that she was kinky, naughty and a.