This part doesn't contain any sex, it's just the build up.--------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm standing here ...n my dimly lit up dungeon, in the basement of my Mistress Chrissy's home. I'm alone, naked, and bored trying to find something to occupy my mind as I've been locked in the small room now for what I quess has been 3 hours. My Mistress Chrissy is somewhere else in the house, enjoying her alone time...I faintly hear the front doorbell ring, I wonder. I was a heavy drinking back then when I was 22. So I was driving thur town when i seen her. belly hanging so low but not the great one i have been looking for only about 400 ppounds. She was out in front of a bar. I went to store and got beer and then came back by she was still there I had to stop. I parked and went to bar see was out front they had a cover charge and she was collectting the cover. I talked with her, she knew I was looking at her body. I paid and went in young skinny girls. I. I heard Shayla ringing out her dress behind me. It took all my willpower not to turn and look at her probably naked body behind me. My cock stood rock hard in my wet jean shorts, thinking of the beauty standing right behind me.I felt a finger tap my shoulder"I'm done. Thanks"I turned. She was back in her dress again. She was still quite wet but it was an improvement. I casually pulled off my T-shirt and started squeezing it out. It would be useless to try and dry the denim shorts here. I. I had made my fortune by the time I was 29, which gave me an opportunity to pursue my obsession. Hiring private detectives got me nothing more than some suspicions about the accuracy of my birth certificate, and my father’s pedigree. Then I came across a group of “mad” scientists. Called the Bidirectional Clock Group (“BCG”), the scientists needed just $2 million more to perfect backward time travel, which they maintained was easier and less risky at this stage than forward time travel. [If.