Then I realized, my arms and legs were caught in iron chains. That was strange, even for a dream it was strange, because it had a smell, a musty smell... without forgetting that I felt very cold.I got down on my knees and got up scared, only then I realized I was barefoot. Stepping on a floor of black polished stones, the chains held me tô a wall in the same dark color. There was only light in the center, the sun coming down through a window.I wore a kind of gown, a coarse semi-transparent. Touch you ... in the cafeteria and not while you're playing football? It seems like..." Cause Coach would get mad." Inspiration struck me. "Everybody knows if someone says something or does something like that, Coach is gonna call his dad and kick him off the team." I spoke like it was the gospel truth, and even though Coach hadn't exactly said that, I was pretty sure everyone understood that it was true."But I thought ... In the boys locker room, I mean..." Mr. Snyder had been thinking all the. He groaned and slowly slid the gossamer hosiery up and down his cock. He tried to hold back but he couldn't; his cock convulsed and he wrapped the pantyhose tightly around his shaft and squeezed the bulbous glans of his penis as he flooded the gauzy material with his semen, darkening the flesh-toned nylon. As he shook in the throes of his orgasm he watched Michele flashing her legs and panties as her skirt rode up as she continually got into her car.At 6am the next day he was hungover and testy. I knocked on the door and was invited in by a nice gentleman and offered water, which I accepted. We sat on the couch and talked about various things including nothing and also some of what we covered via email. After a little while he asked if I wanted to get comfortable, looking at my crotch, I knew he meant for me to get naked. I replied so you want me to get naked, I stood up, shoes off and started undoing my pants then he approached me on his knees. As I got out of my clothes he.