In fact, you look a lot younger that your profile states.” Nan led the way to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. She watched while shed hi... clothes. First, his shirt, then his shoes and socks and finally his shorts. Surprise for her, he was commando, mmmmm. She sat in the side of the bed and pulled him close to her and took his rod in her hand and ran her fingers up and down the length of his rod. As she did so it grew and thickened. She bent her head and took the tip of it between. . Relax, Sammie, come on. These are my friends. This is Chilly, that's Jo-Jo, and that big guy is BMF..." He grinned at me, BMF did. " ... that's short for..." I know what it's short for," I cut Deke off impatiently. "You can't stay, alright? I'm serious. What if someone saw you guys?" Shit." One of them, Jo-Jo maybe, but I hadn't bothered trying to figure out which was which, shook his head. "I thought you said this bitch was cool, man." She's cool, she's cool," Deke said, walking up to me as. Marcus Elliot, his chin nuzzled into his breast in a effort to escape the vile draft, slipped quickly through the windows of what was his modest apartment in "Albany Park," the glass barely keeps the dust at bay. The hallway smelt of freshly cooked breakfast; playful scents luring one to the source of its aroma. Marcus's lady greats him as he enters the breakfast nook leading off the kitchen. The soft morning light defines her softly curved features and pale complexion; as her dark staten hairs. . head uphigh!"I lift my head and feel a posture collar around my neck... well more ofa neck corset. It rests over my shoulders, and it feels like it'sframing my breasts though as she tightens it, I can't tilt my head downto see. I feel it tighten as well, and then straps from it to the corsetbeing tightened behind, me, then one up between my breasts."Wow... that's looking good on you sweety. Now... arms behind yourback," she says and I comply, blushing almost certain of whats comingnext.She.