Once, I was bent over picking up some firewood, and she walked up behind me and slid her fingertip into my ass, then cupped my balls between my legs. ..."God damn, that feels good!" I said. I looked back at her, and realized that he was standing right beside her, masturbating furiously.She has a mischievous grin on her face. "I sure wish we had some lube," she said. I told her that I'd brought a large bottle of baby oil, expecting to be on my own while they enjoyed each other. She went into. “Seriously, Heather, would you stop staring at them.”Heather and Tracy both giggled. “Sorry,” Heather apologized, “you just really do have awesome legs.”“I’m so glad you convinced him to shave them,” Tracy agreed.“And his underarms,” Heather added.“Yes, and several other things too,” Mitch muttered. With each step they took, Mitch could feel his knees beginning to tremble. It wasn’t the high heels either. He was becoming extremely aware that he was wearing a dress—in public—and in a matter. On the ground, I saw some chunks of concrete around the size of a golf ball. With the sunglasses showing me some orange areas, I picked up four of them just in case. As if I walked past a motion sensor, a guy walked out a door behind me and two more from a side alley.“Crawl back under your rocks and wait for someone you have some chance of mugging. You don’t want to mess with me. It won’t go well,” I told the three as I kept walking.The one behind me started to give me some distance when he saw. ” I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and forth eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out, despite the fact that, on.