By Dave GormanWhen I was 20 I was working for a local bistro / bar called the Spinnifix. I had a number of duties there depending on the day, which wo...ld range from doing washing up in the daytime on weekends, running the whole show on weekdays and working behind the bar and some waiting on duties on weekend evenings. I was at university so the summer holidays were mainly about working as much as possible so that I had plenty of money for the rest of the year and I would do as many shifts as. Mistress ordered the guards to bring her my new outfit for me to wear.The guards pushed over the cart to the area while Ilsa released me fromthe stock. Ilsa handed me a pair of black leather panties with a hole formy ass. I slid the panties over my ass. I felt the cool air hitting myanal entrance. Ilsa handed me a pair of fishnet stockings. I slid eachstocking over my legs,feeling the laces rubbing my skin. I felt my cockstraining against the cage,trying to get hard.Ilsa put a pair of black. I guess Red ‘n me will adopt once I graduate and get a job. And we’ll see you for Talladega.”“That’s good, Peaches. I’m looking forward to going to races with you for a long time to come.”February 28, 1986, Chicago, Illinois“Steve!” Kara shouted from the great room.Now what? I wondered. The last time she’d called for me had been about the Challenger accident. I was doing dishes with Sofia, so I turned off the water and dried my hands, and then went to the great room.“To repeat, CNN has learned. I could feel my nipple start to harden, and suddenly he pushed his hand up underneath my shirt and cradled my bare breast. I whimpered slightly, aroused by his touch. God, he wasn’t usually like this in public. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak with such lust in his voice. I felt a surge of desire, the feel of his hand on my sensitive nipple made me want him too. I pressed myself against him, as his other hand moved up my bare thigh, under my skirt, stroking the front of my panties, then.