I mumbled a protest around my gag but it was ignored as Ken cinched the ropes and anchored them with more wraps around my upper body.I saw him reach a...d get another rope from the pile and felt him doing something to the ropes on my elbows. Suddenly Ken reached down and grabbed my ankles, pulling them up towards my rump. He fed the end of a line between my legs and tugged upwards. I felt an answering tug on my elbows and realized where the other end of the cord was tied off. As I grunted angrily. " With that, she unbuttoned her dress to reveal a shiny beige bra with satin straps, and a pair of beige pettipants with lace around the thighs like the black ones. She pulled up one leg to show me she was wearing stockings with dark tops, and a garter belt. "See?", she laughed. "You guessed wrong." She stepped out of the dress, and knelt in front of me, unzipping my shorts. My erection popped straight out in her face, and she took it full-length into her mouth. After a few minutes, she stopped. He poured us some in plastic cups, but when he leaned to put the bag on the flour, he pushed me a bit, and I spilled champagne on my cleavage. In no time his tongue was all over my breasts and my dress on the floor. He gently pushed me back and poured some champagne on my breasts licking them and sucking my hard nipples. Then he poured some more on my tummy and I took an inward breath, letting it down to my belly button. When it started to drip down to my pussy, his tongue followed the path.. His dog tags will tell us,If there's not DNA enoughLeft in his remains,Which bitch he wasAnd which outfit'sPatch he wore.ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on either sideOf his feminine hips,Wet and bloody,As if from birth,A tear upon his cheek,With nothing left to loseBut the semen smearedAcross his girly bed.BECAUSEI like him becauseHe wears eye shadowAnd mascara;I like him becauseHe wears lipstick and.