. my mind was in turmoil. Just now I had accidentally peeped inside my sister's skirt and my body had responded amorously to that. I was still support...ng a throbbing hard on.I went inside the room... striped my clothes and stood naked in the room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister's creamy thighs came before my eyes.I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts towards Sheila.... Bravely, she stepped off the stairs and ventured into the direction where the sound came. ‘Who’s there?’ she said. ‘I warn you. I’m protected by Bel Air Patrol and can call for the police with the press of a button on my alarm device.’ A man, white, bald, and medium in size approached her. He was wearing black and the signature cap of her own chauffeur. ‘Max, you gave me such a fright. What happened?’ ‘I’m terribly sorry,’ he said in a British accent. ‘I slipped and fell on the grass. I was. I pity the first woman I have sex with on the outside after getting released, I'll probably end up fucking her to death. Seriously. I'm going fucking crazy in here with the constant lights, simulated sexual stimuli (those robot moans are horrific) and the fact that all the guards are gorgeous women who always smell good. How do they expect me to cum in a cold sterile cylinder when I'm being supervised by 3 gorgeous REAL women with undoubtedly hot and wet pussies? I mean, it's enough to drive a. Iwas not going to do so but Eva said that whilst she understood that I wasa man's man was I not comfortable with my masculinity? Did I thinkpeople would consider me to be gay or a transvestite if I wore a kilt?Did I not know there was nothing manlier?Wearing a kilt for the first time was strange. Part of me screamed "Youare in public wearing a dress you gay transvestite!" and another part ofme was conscious of what I had under the kilt. We had amazing sex thatevening although I had spent.