But you wore your hair a lot shorter then, right?” When she nodded that she did, looking stunned, he chuckled and said, “And my grandmother used t... tell to put my eyes back in my head whenever I saw you, I guess from the way I’d stare.”“Oh, my god, Damien, I do remember you now, so clearly. You were really cute, and you had a sexy beard back then, but you weren’t quite as buff as you are now. And I remember I kinda had a thing for you. Jimena had so many grandchildren, and when one of the. But first we've got to get you looking pretty again. Do you know how much the makeover you ruined cost?" So she led me back to the bedroom. I couldn't help noticinghow the butt plug made me walk even more enticingly than I hadmerely in the high heels. Was there no end to my humiliation? Ihad to endure another eternal thirty minutes at her vanity beforeI was allowed to pee - sitting down, of course, with my wifestanding there impatiently. I couldn't help but sigh my reliefas yet more. I have only done one thing and that’s because I was forced to!” She was started to yell now. Luckily the shed was brick and concrete, and from this distance fro mthe main house, noone would hear it.“Forced?” I asked, now feeling somewhat sympathetic.“Yes, a guy took me to the prom and on the drive home he tried to fuck me. I said no and then he tried to make me suck his dick. I refused and he wouldn’t let me leave. He parked on the side of the road and made me jerk him off until he came. I. Patrick was newly graduated from high school, 18 and spending the summer on a work/study program with the company before heading off to college to pursue his degree in Business Administration. He was a slim youth, small-framed, with sandy hair and with such incredible puffy, ruby lips, that Adrian wondered if he used lipstick. He had small hands, but muscular arms and carried himself with a distinct feminine air. He enjoyed chatting with the secretaries and other female workers, but rarely.