Like many younger girls in the cold, however, he was barely dressed, with only a silk singlet and camis keeping the breeze off. He considered that it ...ight be the extra layer of fat that made women impervious to the cool. His was thin, as he maintained his body well, but present, due to the never-ending hormones that he had to take. One side effect of not really being a woman.But one side effect of looking like one was the attention, primarily focussed on one especially unreal spot. He felt. "Hey, Spike," Madison said to the boy sitting in the front seat beside Brad as the car got moving and the boys they were sitting beside began undressing them before they knew their names. The big young man turned so he could watch as Jim and Phil yanked the girls' light sweaters off, tossed aside their tiny bras and wiggled them out of their expensive jeans. The fully-dressed boys knelt on the car floor, dropped their pants, watched the lovely girls slip lubricate rubbers down their cocks and. "Then maybe I should have asked for it all in cash," I said."Maybe you should have," she said."So when are you moving to Alabama?" I asked."I have already moved. I'm just waiting to find a place to live to establish residency for a divorce. I don't want my husband to get everything. We were only married three years," Rita informed me."Well good luck you two. I'm going home to shower then meet Hannah for the day's work at the factory," I admitted. I stayed long enough to finish half the coffee. Looking down he saw his legs had been attached to the legs of the chair with wide black cuffs on his ankles clipped to eyebolts set into the chair, and another set on his thighs. His arms draped over the back of the chair, and though he couldn't see them he could feel that they were similarly restrained. He flexed a bit, testing his bonds. The only give was microscopic in the cuffs themselves. Rubber. Interesting.When his cock began to stir from the familiar grip of rubber restraints something.