Oh my god, there I was, in front of a crowd, naked, handcuffed and blindfolded, only wearing my thon and boots. I could not believe I was in this situ...tion. No bra, you slut the masked guy shouted. The crowd applauded. I was so ashamed. Relax, the assistant whispered in my ear, its going to be alright. The masked guy told his assistant to get out the candle wax. I was scared cause I never been into that kind of stuff. I have heard about it, yeah, but that is all. I was trembling on my legs. The. Another morning, he was at the stables allowing his horse to challenge him to a very heady run. If time allowed, on the fourth day, Paul was in a one man racing scull, rowing at full speed against imagined opponents on the Chattahoochee River. It was one of Paul's favorite activities.All of these activities, Paul believed, kept him sharp for his work. He was proud of his success, but it had not really surprised him. He knew that he was smart, very well educated, and had enough self- confidence. Tan nylons, silk red thong and red silk triple strap garter belt. My thong is designed to tuck my little sissy stick out of the way never exposed. A short silver glitter tight skirt with thick red leather choker. Long while silk gloves, large rhinestone dangling earrings. My full body up blond wig, bright red glossy lipstick and some nice smelling perfume. Full makeup, smooth all over. I looked like a very high class slutty mature MILF type. I wanted to just blow them away but never dressed. She sat for a moment, head back, eyes closed. He palmed her tits, lifting them then letting them fall, full and bouncing. He pinched her nipples and told her to fuck him.She rose, exposing the thick muscle of his cock, now smeared in her juice then ground her hips, taking it back in. Now rocking back and forth on his crotch worked him in her pussy. Her breasts swung heavy as his hands held her hips now, jamming her down onto his sex, groaning with pleasure. Her hands grasped at his chest as she.