All this seems to be happening in slo-mo , but in real time less than a minute.Here i am in a public toilet in a shopping centre with me stood in blac... pantys in front of a man i dont know, its fucking horny . He then tells me how sexy i look and how fem my bottom look encased in pantys, i take that as a complement.i just blush and say thanks, then he asks me just how girly am i ??, i am taken a back a little by that statement i see why he has asked he has a big bulge in trousers. Without me. The hesitant confessor's cameraman was surprised and amused.I searched her handbag with a sight blob, seeing business cards in the name of Lydia Bowman. I'd heard some of the reporters call her Lydia when they'd been talking before the Q&A session started, giving me the confirmation I needed. I said, "Congratulations on being honest Lydia Bowman, even though you were clearly reluctant to do so. That speaks well of your character. What I find amusing is that some of your compatriots are lying by. One showed her in a fetish maid costume serving a masked man, doing any depraved thing he asked- such as sucking his toes or asshole with a moaning fervor, clearly relishing the opportunity to serve. These always tore me up, which is what I assumed their goal was. I felt the need to watch them ‘to look for clues’ and tried to not think about how hard I sometimes jerked off afterwards. One of the more typical and ‘mild’ flicks showed Carolyn or Cindy walking into a room, white stuff dripping. .. because I'm going to fuck you... like you've never been fucked before!" Oh, Ron... please... don't make me do that! I-I've never... ever..." No! But you sure as hell learned to suck cunt... haven't you? Do you like cunt... better than cock... ?"God! He knows! "Oh, Ron..." she sobbed. "I love you... and I-I want only you... ?" Then do as I tell you, God damn it!"She knew then that somehow she would have to prove her real and abiding love for her husband... and to do that... she would have to.