I hear you stand and feel your hands on my shoulders, rubbing lightly. I let out a light moan escape my lips, your breath is warm against my neck as I...lean back against you. You slide your hand down my side, as I slid my hand up your leg and back down again finding the bottom of your shorts and moving them up as I slide back up. I feel your lips on my neck making me moan out louder grabbing your leg, your hand slides around to the underside of my breast making me push up wanting to feel your. “Okay ma’am, this is a pretty busy street and you…you shouldn’t be doing thi-”“I don’t understand you clowns. You waste your life hollering at women and harassing them on the street but now that one is giving you what you want, you’re filled with excuses. Your windows are tinted…roll them up.”He swallowed and did as commanded, with beads of sweat on his forehead and a racing heart. An erection was growing at a measured pace as she pulled it out and stroked.“Hmm, not a bad size. A shame it’s. When he received a fairly typical request from Mindy offering herself to be his toilet slave, he replied that she would be welcome to be a guest in his toilet slave machine for a weekend or so.But when he received her reply, he wasn't sure how to reply, or if he even should: > FROM: Mindy > TO: Guy > > I work two factory jobs and still don't make > ends meet. My finances and bills are about to > implode on me any day now. > > I want to be locked into a device. "I could feel my brow contort. The thought of my new reality wasn'texactly horrifying. No. I had thought - nay, fantasized about this sinceI was fifteen. In fact, it brought a crooked smile to my face."I guess you're okay with this then?" he inquired, almost as if he wasquestioning the question at the same time.Estuardo. Esty, for short. That's his name. We were classmates andfriends in the sixth grade."Yes," I replied.But I was super curious as to how this came about.He explained that he had.