"He chuckled. "This is varsity soccer, Porter. No excuses for missing practice. You're gonna get your fill of running by the time you're done on Wedne...day. Anyway," he continued, "we're having a little soccer team party on Saturday over at my house. Kind of a get-to- know-your-teammate party. You going out with anybody?" I nodded. "Bring her along. I've got a pool, so bring a suit and a towel. I'm telling people to get there anytime after about one o'clock in the afternoon. We'll throw. Twisting or tugging on these is a sure way to get myattention, my Mistress says. A smutty little pair of fishnet stockings completes my costume. Sometimes sheadds a long dangley pair of clip-on earrings to add to my torment: The heavybeads pull and slap at my face with every movement. There is no attempt tomake me pass as a woman; no wig or makeup or outer garments are ever supplied.This costume is not for transformation: It is my prison, and my punishment. My mistress has spent the early parts. Meanwhile, I increased my thrusting speed and force. She was rocking on me with my penis positioned exactly under her pussy.I wanted her to feel what she had missed after our breakup. I wanted to take her to the pinnacle of pleasure. My ex-lover started moaning even louder. I pulled her top up and started pressing her right boob.Let me describe Anwesha’s boobs. My ex-girlfriend’s tits were kinda small-sized (I have been with girls with larger ones) with medium-sized nipples. They weren’t. "Got my brush," Paul said, indicating a long plastic back-scrubber, well within his reach."No substitute for the personal touch, though," Cindy said. She was suddenly on her knees next to the tub, searching between Paul's legs, in the bubbly water -- ostensibly for his washrag. She searched for it just long enough to find what she was really looking for."Oh, my!" Cindy said. "I see the only thing you lost in Iraq was your legs."For a woman who had "accidentally" touched a man's penis, she.