His eyes locked into me, longing and wanting. He was searching my face for direction.I had none to give. So I just gazed back into him. Offering no si...ns for him to stop. I was as consumed by this, I was as consumed by him, as much as he was, by this, and me.His fingers clenched at my cock, he bit his lip and ground his hard warmth into my waist. There was a moment of pause as he formed the words and wrestled with the question’s possible denial. A tactile hum rewarded out from his throat as my. "I, uh..." Liz stepped towards the woman. "Um, please, I don't really..." Here's our latest product, the Doll Maker." The woman held up a large piece of latex. "It's a favorite. Why don't you try it on?" She sniffed gently along an arm. "Smells like chocolate and mint."Liz's mouth dropped open. She and her husband were certainly not ... not ... deviants. Only seriously bent people would even consider wearing something like that. It was all ... shiny, slick, confining. Liz backed up to the. Suddenly it was her that was having trouble forming sentences. “Would you be ok with being… being intimate with us?”My brain and vocal cords were going to war with each other trying to come up with an answer. I was just getting to the point that I could give her a rational reply when she stopped me.“There’s more. Both of us have been around the block a few times. Sex for us, especially with the physical problems Mark has tends to be a bit different. Every time. What started out as a problem. "Now then young lady, let's get you out of those clothes and into yourbath," Hilga said as she removed Mark's hair bow and wig first."Excuse me," Mark said to her reference as a young lady as he allowedhis tee-shirt to be lifted up and over his head."Would you prefer sissy or something else? Actually, I should have askedif you have a girl's name that you use," Hilga said as she disappearedbehind the tee-shirt now covering Mark's eyes."I don't know? I mean this is... this is all kind of new to.