I just kinda stood in one corner, and she, the other.I waited for 5-10 minutes and she kept doing the same thing, checking her phone over and over aga...n. The rain played its part, never looked like slowing down one bit. It was already around 9:30 pm by then.So I mustered up some courage, went up to her and said, “Excuse ma’am. Are you waiting for someone or you’re waiting for the rain to stop?” (I really sounded like a creep.)“I’m actually waiting for my brother. He said he’d be here to pick me. This oughtta send him scurrying, though.But it does not.Instead—"My good man, I happen to be Cranston, personal secretary to Randy Buck."From his inside pocket, Cranston produces a card.The policeman scrutinizes it.Buck Enterprises, the guy's name, title—he's the genuine article, or so it would seem."I was passing through here on business of my employer when I noticed this young lady in need of assistance."Assistance, I might add, unless I am mistaken, which I doubt, that she was not about to. ” I took him to my bedroom door and he looked down on the naked bound figure of Tom.“Do you fuck that little bottom Ben?” He said as if in confidence.“Yes Sir, I do.”“I don’t blame you. It’s very… feminine… for a male posterior.” He undressed in the hallway as before and stood tall and fit, for a man of his age. His long black socks still on. ‘It’ hung there, like a forearm between his thighs. I could feel it’s gravity in my loins. I almost snorted as I took in it’s soft power.“Are you sure he. I started to feel like I was going to cum again; I told Tom I didn’t feel like I could take any more. He just ignored me, and said he wan’t going to stop anytime soon. “Don't keep fighting it--" "But I'm not a woman!" "No? You may not have the body of a woman, but you sure have the desires of a woman, the feelings of a woman, the reactions of a woman, the responses of a woman. You dress like one, smell like one, act like one, and have a smooth, slender, petite body like one. There's more to.