Let's put the groceries away and discuss plans for this afternoon while we eat. You are just such a sweetheart!" She kissed him on the cheek, squeezed...his ass, bent down and pulled up his stockings and adjusted the suspender straps.A few minutes later they were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table eating the salad. Chris was very conscious of the lipstick as he ate so instead of his normal technique of almost bolting his food, he took little bites in a much more ladylike fashion so. If I could, I’d try to get some sleep, but after what I’ve just been through, that would be difficult. So I’ll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it’s fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in the morning. One thing’s for sure: I will never, ever dress up as a woman again. Who am I trying to kid? I’m trying to describe the most terrifying experience of my life, and I haven’t even bothered to take off my torn dress and shredded stockings. So let me rephrase that: I. She smiled her to her self remembering the encounter with pin point memory at a show she was back stage and he walked in with a smile on his face a laugh so powerful and sweet she felt something of affection to him being nervous she plucked up the courage walked over and said “excuse me Mr Meat Loaf is it okay if I just take a quick picture with you” Meat Loaf turned around with a big smile and said “yeah sure come here” and while embracing her in a big hug while her assistant took a picture. I didn't know him, didn't recognize his scent at all, though something about him caught my attention.I watched as the other captives fell on their plates like rats, shoveling the steaming stuff into their mouths with their bare hands; I lacked even that luxury.I tried shifting half-way, thinking to use my claws on the cords. After a few minutes of intense concentration, I'd succeeded only in making my head hurt worse. Coming to the conclusion that either the cords were spelled or whatever.