“I think you know why,” I replied.Regina reached over and placed her hand on to my faucet-extended arm.“There’s no reason,” Regina said soft...y, “to feel nervous.”Well crap. I looked at Regina and our eyes simply connected. I did not say a word and neither did she.After a moment of silence, that seemed like an eternity, Regina reached up and silently pulled the pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade on to her shoulders. She hand-brushed it back over her shoulder and remarked,“This is. "She turned and smiled seductively up at him, gazing into his eyes as she reached up to unbutton his shirt. When all of the buttons were undone she slipped her hands up under the front of his collar and ran them down the tops of his shoulders, brushing the shirt off and down his arms in one fluid caress, tossing it onto the counter next to her things. Turning back to him she moved into his embrace, running her arms around his midsection and tilting her head up, lips open, surrendering to his. She dressed me in panties, pantyhose, one of her short nightgowns and makeup. The feeling of all these clothes on my body flipped on a switch in my brain that is still going on toady. During my teens, I would always sneak into my mother’s underwear drawer and try on her things. Being young and not being careful, I was eventually caught and then stopped until is was 18. While I was 18, I discovered a adult bookstore that had booths with gloryholes and some that had joining doors. It was here. He returned, scolding me for pulling at the tape wrapped around my ankles and knees. He strapped more tape around my wrists and tied them behind my back again. This time he used a nasty rubber ball gag to quiet my complaining mouth. I’d never seen one before; it filled my mouth and immediately made my jaw sore.I tried to squeeze it, move it around, adjusting it in my mouth to be more comfortable, but it was no use. I couldn't make a sound, but another muffled 'Mummph!' He took some pictures of.