A white dress shirt was tucked tightly into hiked up khakis and slivers of white sock peeped between his pants and loafers. He wore thick rimmed glass...s high on his nose and his hair had a meticulous parting.“Oh. Hey, Woody,” the smallish man said dryly, “You’re not going to get in, are you?”Regaining some composure, Reginald attempted to clear his throat but still croaked, “I believe I’ll catch the next lift.”“This is New York, dude, and you’re not British. Why the fuck do you always call it a. I struggled against his hand that closed over my delicate waist."Damn it Charity. Hold still." He rasped in my ear. I did know him, or he at least knew me. I was frightened as he forced me to walk the dark hallway towards my bedroom. We got to the bedroom and he pushed me into the room. He grabbed one of my silk scarfs and blindfolded me with it. I could faintly see out of it, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that. I felt his fingers brush my neck and slide down my body. His warm. I didn't know what to do so I slumped down to a seated position on the bed and watched in silence.Slowly she pushed the skin up and down my shaft getting me more and more aroused until on the extreme of one down stroke she gently enveloped the head in her mouth. I felt her tongue circling the edge of the gland and her hand restarted its up and down movement. This was amazing, like a dream and I was wishing it would never end when abruptly it did. She let go of my cock and drew back her head.. With that he stood Paul up, lifted his skirt up and pulled out his cock. Paul could only gasp. His heart was beating too fast for him to say anything. There he was, dressed in women's clothing, tied up in front of a naked man. His dream had come true. Without a second thought, the man began to jerk Paul off. Hard, strong jerks that left Paul gasping and moaning in pleasure. In only a few short moments, Paul suddenly felt himself begin to climax. 'Oh God,' he thought, 'how could being jerked off.