I'll always remember that page and the picture of the skinnydark-haired model walking down the runway. She had a stickfigure, long legs that went stra...ght down. The thin fabric of thedress was transparent, drawing my gaze to the dark pink nipplesatop her fledgling breasts. Her face was pretty, but she had abody that was designed for fashion designers, not men. My mindwas racing. What was going on? What did the voice that wasspeaking with my lips mean? I should be trembling in fear, butinstead. "I can't, Pete, I just can't."The night was over and I knew it instantly, my cock shriveling back into nothingness. Still, that didn't stop me from trying. I've had pretty good success in the past getting a woman from No to a screaming Yes."What's the matter, Cat? You seemed so ready. Did I do something wrong?" Oh Pete, do I really have to explain it to you?" she asked with a sigh.No, she definitely did not have to explain, but I wasn't ready to give up."Is it because of Lou? Do you feel like. As we made idle conversation, it twisted over to sex. She was talking about different kinds of fetishes and how it's surprising to find out the people you least expected were into. I had been interested in bukkake for a while. Buying videos, magazines, Internet subscriptions, but I'd never actually been to a party. I didn't think they actually happened. Not only that, Christie was right. Fetishes tend to be taboo and stereotyped. I never thought anyone would understand why I loved it.I decided. Immediately. She said you’d know how.”“What do you need, my Queen,” I thought to her before the manager had even left the room.“An extra dozen hours in the day would be nice, but I’d settle for your arms around me tonight,” she thought with a sigh. Then immediately “I’m sorry, I was just dreaming. I just wanted to warn you that your Lieutenant Commander friend is trying to cause trouble,”“What’s he up to now?” I asked.“Well, he came in here first thing this morning, threatening my staff and.