" Sheriff, until yesterday, I never heard of the man. I'm here doingresearch on a wagon train and its members that passed through here in1897."She ha...ded the sheriff a card with NYU's history department's phonenumber. She went on to describe her research project in detail, whilethe sheriff listened skeptically. From the glazed look in his eyes whenshe was done, she doubted that he absorbed more than one word out ofthree.Just as she had finished her little dissertation, the door behind. " She looked down at my ankle. "I see you aren't trained." Glenn untied me and carried me into the house. The first thing I saw inside the house floored me. In the middle of theroom was a huge wooden playpen. Looking up at us was a man wearing themost sissy looking yellow dress."Where did you get this darling creature," Aunt Diane asked. Glenn stoodjust inside the doorway, and like me, was transfixed by the person in theplaypen staring up at us. Her - and I knew it was a man, but it. Spots appear all over your vision as all of your senses are set ablaze by his movements and the cool air still coming in through the tent door. You finally begin to come down from the explosive orgasm. You feel the rope and tape being removed and your panties, now soaked with your drool, pulled out of your mouth. “A souvenir for a fun night,” he says as he leaves you lying in a mixture of your fluids.Your exhausted body quickly passes out as a small smile crosses your lips not caring that your. Those seductive green eyes of hers sent tingles down my spine and my already excited member started to feel a hurtful prickling sensation. ‘My name is Elizabeth but my friends call me Liza for short, what’s your name?’ she asked in a sexy, mature, and self-assured kinda voice as she held out her hand towards me. I took her hand in mine. It was soft, but with a firm confidence. I was hypnotized. I quickly lost my train of thought, and my mind went totally blank …Dear God no, not now! ..Come on,.