She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and put her through my underwear to hold my penis. Then she expertly took out of the underwear a looked at...it curiously. I am a very fair person and when erect, tip of my penis looks reddish or rose. She liked it seems and she smiled at me.By the time i had raised her saree and underskirt which was blue in colour matching her blue sari.I do not know why still remember the blue colour as her panties was also blue.I put my hand in side her pant and. "Hi, I'm Donna," the boy said in a high-pitched voice. He stood infront of the mirror, posing as he had seen models do during the manyfashion shows he had begun watching on television.After doing several poses, one more feminine than the other, he walkedout of the room in the heels, taking short steps, his feet pointingstraight ahead, and his hips swaying naturally. Having watched themotions of the girls in his school, he found himself easily walking inwhat he thought were totally girlish. She held my face in her hands, stared for a moment. Unbuckled the ball gag. I croaked out, “Thank you.”“Shh.”She struggled with the cord around my left wrist and said, “Cathal.”He backed up, a Mossberg 500 pump pointed at Wexler’s chest. Wexler’s long-barreled Glock now in Cathal’s front left pocket. Carefully, slowly, he transferred the shotgun to Vanessa. “Safety’s still off.”Vanessa nodded, staring at Wexler. The Mossberg unwavering in her steady hands.Cathal picked up a long-handled knife. ” Randy had minored in English in college and was pretty inventive with words. “I was hoping for a larger model,” the girl replied, and then laughed. “You’re cute.” He said they chatted for about ten minutes while the girl gave his tool a closer feel. “And it’s a hand tool also!” she exclaimed. Fifteen minutes later, they were in the back of Randy’s van. Twenty minutes after that they were both short of breath and satisfied. They got down to small talk. “I’m Randy. What’s your name?” I’m not.