"Michelle even took a couple of photos of him and sent them to me in anemail. I guess she thought she would rub it in with me that she got himto do it... haha" "So you have photos, huh? I can't remember exactly whathe looked like." I really had him going. "So, you wanna see them? I canpull them up on my phone." And I did."She took 2 photos. Here he is in the full outfit. And here's anotherof just a close-up of the sweet little ruffly anklet socks and maryjane shoes he had on." I wanted him to. For some strange reason, he was off the birds and wasn't sure the reason why. Maybe the juices of spring would bring his libido back so he could pretend to be young once again.He was sat in the little nook just inside the curtain-drawn window watching the street below. He didn't expect trouble but trouble always seemed to find him no matter where he went. His favorite handgun was scattered on his lap on top of the oily rag that he used to clean the nooks and crannies.His last job was a bit of a. "No, I don't think we're going to do that." I groaned. "Didn't you say you can squirt?" I mumbled a third time, and then she removed the gag from my mouth. "How do I go about making you squirt?"I exhaled slowly. "You see the bondage gear I have? Take all four cuffs, the strap, and hog tie me. Then, just go to town on me like you were doing before. I'll squirt for sure." I could see her smile grow wide in the moonlight. She had this carnal look like she was going to own me there and now. I heard. There were two of us guys, the other was this guy in his 20's and the girl was in high school. We were required to wear dark slacks and white shirt. He was dressed for it. I noticed that he too had some very tight pants, dress slacks, that really showed off his ample butt and I could see the outline of his dick through the smooth material. He gave me a smile and walked right over to me. My heart beat faster, my mouth got dry, and my breathing became heavy. He started right into me as soon as he.