But the next words she said were extremely uncomfortable."Alright then go pick out some panties and call me when you're done, sissy girl." I do not ha...e to explain to you why I freaked out and why my head was a whirl wind of oh my God! Some people may not freak out about this but to me to word sissy has to do with more of the sexual side of crossdressing and that world is a world I do not want my mom to know about. So I picked out a set of panties, gave her my gift card and she help me pay for. My hand had made it to her crutch, l slowly stroked her pussy through the material of her knickers, she let out a sigh and sunk slightly down in her chair then glanced at me grinned and in a whisper told me to stop, but didn’t try moving my hand from under her skirt. I quickened my stroking, Lynda closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and began breathing deeper letting out low moans and whimpers while softly telling me to stop, l ignored her please and worked my finger faster, Lynda grabbed my. My heart thundered within my body, the adrenaline rush leaving me slightly giddy. Everything had gone exactly to plan and the passport to untold wealth was trussed like a Christmas turkey in the back of the car. After leaving a day or two for her parents to come to terms with the reality of their daughter's kidnapping, I would make clear my demands then provide them notice that unless they were met they would not see her again. The latter part was sheer bluff on my part but hopefully they had. I wanted to squeeze her body into mine, her hands were trying to claw me apart. When I came we stopped dead. I felt a wetness spill over me that could not have been from what little spunk I had left. Her body rocked slightly, mine felt as if it was being squeezed into a smaller frame. I don’t how long we sat, just holding each other. Eventually we fell asleep, and slipped down onto lying on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Our long wait was over, a new era of being able to share our constrained.