I was looking for a particular book on one of the lower shelfs when I noticed a gentleman standing next to me. Older gentlemen always seem to know wha... they want, and they truly appreciate a crossdressing sissy. They treat me like a lady or a slut; in most cases, both. I prefer men over 45 most of the time, but a good hard cock is difficult to turn down. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you. I'm just looking for a book here." I said as I excused myself. "No problem.", he said. "Take all the time you. After all, she had to go to work,she had errands to run and she couldn't very well traipse around town likea chained criminal, could she? Well, could she?"Isabel, this is a long shot," Peter said finally, "butI know someone at the University of Edinburgh who might be able to help. Also,we'll drive by the spot where you say this happened to you and I'll checkfor clues. Maybe the police should get involved?" First of all, no constabulary," Isabel replied. "Second,who is this guy at Edinburgh,. She felt powerless. If she refused, Basher would only remind her of the contract. Besides, hadn’t she enjoyed just being told what to do?She let her lips part and slide over the big bulb. Immediately she was rewarded. Fingers were driven into her pussy from behind. Her instinctive moan turned into a half cough. But she was suddenly willing again and gladly slid her lips a good way down the throbbing gristle. Apparently the merest touch of her pussy was enough to make her forget herself. And. "Merlot's good with me," Matt said following David over towards the bar."Yeah, same here, though Mandy prefers the Zinfandels." With dinner," she amended for him. "Been a while since I've had a Tom Collins, fix one of those for me too!" she said sitting down on the couch next to Carol.Matt and David fixed the drinks, appreciatively admiring the two of them as they sat on the couch together. "Almost look like bookends don't they?" he said."Yeah, except they need something nice and stiff between.