John then asked pleadingly, “How about just taking off your shoes?”To which I replied, “What is this, some sort of bottom to top striptease?” ...He said nothing, so I added, “Are you trying to get me naked a little at a time?” Still, he said nothing and was actually avoiding eye contact with me at this point. I tried one last time by stating, “Okay John, if you’re not going to respond then I’m going back to fishing.” Still, he said nothing, so I cast my line again and went back to fishing.A. Cirby Boulevard ended at the intersection of Foothills Boulevard. Eric turned right here and was now riding alongside the Roseville Train Yard - the largest freight switching facility west of the Mississippi River. Miles of track stretched along the western edge of the Sacramento suburb, with hundreds of freight cars and flat cars parked or slowly moving about from one place to another. The war had made the yard a very busy place. The boxcars were full of artillery shells, tank rounds, machine. "Have you worn this before?" Annie had teased, stroking my manhood again."No but I wish I had!" I had replied as the sensation of this silkygarment encasing my body was amazing."We're not done yet, you are going to have your own lingerie, but let memake your first order," she purred pushing me down on to the bed. "Closeyour eyes."She sat on top of me with my arms pinned behind my head.I closed my eyes.I suddenly found she had me handcuffed to the bed. I had my eyes open."Hey! What's the big. In the normal place..." I answered."I meant where did he fuck you? In the bar?" No," I said, shuddering from his cold gaze. "I was getting in my car, and he slid into the seat on the passenger side." You allowed him to enter your car?" Yes." You allowed him to fuck you in your car?" We started heavy necking, and then he got so hot, I couldn't stop him! And then... he got out of the car, and one of his friends moved right in. He... (And now I began to cry as the cold doctor stared at me)... did.