She then immediately took me up to her bedroom where I could see a bed covered in latex clothing, which I knew I would have to wear. Although I'd dres...ed in latex for Mistress many times something felt different, Mistress spoke less and was a bit rougher too.It started off with the latex thong to hide all my bits nicely, you could barely tell I had a little sissy clit under there Mistress was so good. Then followed the elbow length gloves and my gimp mask with had the eyes and mouth cut out.. I heard scissors open and deftly slice my shirt from my body, causing a quiver of fear and excitement to run down my spine. Again the scissors cut, this time up each sleeve so my shirt fell from my torso to be lifted away as my other lover removed his hand from my back. Next, my feet were lifted, gently yet firmly, to rest on the shoulders on one lover sitting in front of me. His hands slid up my legs as my heels rested against his chest. Up under my skirt until he lifted my tight ass off the. The coffee had kicked in and we both needed to piss. Mustafa stopped at a rest area that had a small, rundown toilet. Inside, we stood side-by-side at the stainless steel trough. Just hearing Mustafa unzip his shorts made my heart throb and when he freed his long, thick, cut cock, I couldn’t stop myself from looking, transfixed on the girth of the elephant trunk he was sporting. We both spewed heavy streams of foamy piss into the urinal that slowly flowed toward the drain.I was breathing. The fact that a guy with all of that breeding and culture was willing to spend any time with a kid from the Duluth docks was very special to me and frankly there was a lot of hero worship going on, even though I was the one who got the medal.Northern Minnesota is not the kind of place that lends itself to easy living and my dad was a very hard man. My mom had died some time so far in the dim past that I couldn’t remember what she looked like.The family lore had it that it was a car crash that.