None of this was helping my erection stay undercover. Finally thetorture was over and Becky declared, "Right, over to the styling stationwith you. And...remember what I told you about sitting down in a dress."I slowly walked over to the styling station and Becky cleverly steeredme away from being able to catch my reflection in any of the mirrors inthe salon. I sat down, carefully smoothing the back of the dress withboth hands before I did so."Well done, sweetie," Becky declared before unwrapping. He backed away from the box, waited, then watched as it disappeared. He walked down the hill to a valley that probably had a creek. He wasn't a few miles from a major city this time. As Mark got down below the crest of the hill it was darker. He heard a sound off to his left. He paused and listened. Something was coming through the brush. Then a low growling sound. There was two or maybe three animals. Wolves he guessed. Mark slid his sword from its scabbard, turning slowly trying to locate. Someone that would just go for it. Some man that would just throw me down and take me. I mentally wrote a list. I could immediately think of ten different guys that fit what I was looking for (married men old enough to be my father that I know lusted after me). My old boss, my english teacher from high school, our next door neighbor, my dentist, the guy who owns the local bar, my girlfriend's dad, one of my dad's closest friends, one of my mom's best friend's husband, my mom's first husband. Bending and twisting my neck to feel him, searching for a kiss, but instead feeling his finger as it traced the outline of my mouth. "Give me a kiss, baby, please let me kiss you" I hoped the "please" would make him feel that I really did need to feel that at this moment. His tongue snaked around my mouth following the path his finger made, saliva off his tongue drizzled across my opened mouth. "Don't kiss back kitten, don't you dare kiss me back" his voice deep and seductive. It was almost.