He used a rebreather. He was about 6'2" and about 220 pounds. He was about 20-30 pounds overweight. Sandy or dark hair – I didn't look under his wet...suit hood, but I think it was sandy. He was not visibly Hispanic."I gave him a shot from the dart gun – in his back. I didn't want him waking up while I was trying to save his life."I was almost done when I heard the pop of a silenced gun and heard a round hit the tree a few inches above my head. An electronic male voice said it could aim a bit. Paul was married, was 40 years old, had kids of his own, and was in all regards a happy man. Thank the lord he was only subjected to the “ass parade”, as he and one of his co-workers referred to it as, for a week at a time. By the end of his week in office he was ready to pound nails with his dick, and his wife was going to be his nail when he got home. In the meantime he jerked his meat at night in his hotel room to keep him from going crazy. He wrapped up his work on a Saturday evening and. She knows the boy is conflicted, that’s understandable. But she has a sinking feeling that if presented with something that mesmerizes him he can be persuaded to choose wrong. Outside forces are always a problem, but not totally unavoidable, or at the very least, turned in a direction that she needs it to go. A little push here, shove there, and those outside forces become inside forces for her use. She stops pacing and looks up at the nightstand. The perfect idea has presented itself. With a. I was again face down on the bed, all naked except for my bra. I just wanted him to fuck me right then.He just opened the hooks of the bra from behind and poured some oil on my back and massaged me. Every once in a while, his hand would go down to my bums and he would finger me before moving back to my back and shoulders.He put his fingers under the bra straps and wanted me to remove the bra. But I told him I want to keep the bra on. “Don’t remove this, I am a girl right now.”He then turned me.