"It's not the first time I was made up though..." he said suddenly."Oh yeah?" she asked while looking at the road."Yeah... When I was little, my siste... did it one time. I was maybe 9, shewas 10. We were just playing around." Did you look like a girl back then too?" Well I didn't have the long hair. And the make up was over dramatic. SoI just looked like a clown." He laughed."Hm. So your sister is a year older than you?" Yup. She's here in the US." Really? Like you, with the exchange program?". With your wrists bound tightly about your thighs and legs spread generously at the edges of a crude wooden pole I managed to fasten cuffs to - how crafty am I?Quite. Crafty enough to trick that reddish tint to come about on your cheeks. Cunning enough to call forth that sweet nectar of anticipation to come flowing freely from "down there." A glimmering drop splashes onto the bed sheets. That's been going on for half an hour now, y'know? I'm sorry - I know you don't like getting your bed dirty,. Carol sent her favorite (well,only, sigh) child upstairs to have a shower and get changed for dinner.Jeremy re-played the game in his head as he scrubbed himself quickly andchanged into shorts and a t-shirt. "Man, what a great day! And it'sFriday, no less; I'm gonna call up Frank and Jase after supper, see ifthey wanna go up to the big kids' school yard and use the soccer fieldtomorrow!" Frank, who sucked last year, wore his cool Manchester United -style uniform his Dad bought him from some. “Damn Mr. Baiter!” He just grinned and said “Thank you.” I slowly began to stroke it, and became so aroused I think my cock was doing all of my thinking. He had been holding me, but by this time his hands were on my ass cheeks. As I started to kiss down his neck, I felt him squeeze my ass. “What do you want to do to me, sir?” I looked up at him. “Nothing that you don't want to do” He said softly. From this I could tell he was a gentle man, which made this so much better. “I want to do this..”.