.it may only make sense to him, but it may stir something in one of you too..Her He needed to scratch the itch that had been building since last week.... All this talk about sex and exploring his sexuality and his deepest desires had done him the world of good, but as of yet he had had no chance to relieve himself of the burning inside of him. The short and the tall of it was, he needed a good wank and the only place he could do that without upsetting his wife was in the shower. He knew he had. You'd think that after three years, I'd have realizedthat that there is no escape. Hanson has me truly trapped.That's why I'm hanging from a hook in my room at Anthony's club, tiedup twenty ways to Sunday, while this greaseball jams his cock down mythroat. He's got my arms and legs tied together and I'm bent doubledover, ropes everywhere, with all kinds of knots. It took him almostforty five minutes to get me just the way he wanted and he had a hard-on the entire time. There's no doubt what. Not by nature, anyway. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get me to explore outside my comfort zone. I suppose that’s what made Fancy dress parties so special. I could dress up and disguise my identity. Even act completely unlike myself and not worry.At the office where I work, there was a lot of discussion revolving around various parties. The buzz was all about who was going where and for some, with whom they were going. I hadn’t made any plans myself. Until Tvisha, my boss’s assistant,. " No way, what a great deal, it's so stylish!"I knew now I was expected to show it off and made a little twist. "Doyou really like it?" It looks great on you, thanks for cluing me in!" So now I was atrendsetter in ladies fashion. Things were changing pretty fast. I wastruly flattered by the attention and the sales girl's outburst wasattracting the attention of the other girls in the store, who looked meup and down and also seemed to approve. I think I was blushing at allthe attention as us.