I like to wear a little fem gear, usually just tights (pantyhose) or panties and hold up stockings,, a couple of my mates do the same and we meet and ...ave some hot fun.I looked in the mirror again, I am a fairly hairy guy, well built as play rugby at the weekend, I looked a 3rd time, no hair on my chest I was completely smooth, BUT through both my nipples were massive nipple rings, they are BIG, and are pulling my nips down, very red, obviosuly only done very recently.I looked again,I was. Her eyes were focused on a spot on the wall. She couldn’t explain the sensations that were swirling around inside of her. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. She did not know why her fingers remained entwined behind her neck as this male took liberties with her body.She had heard of sub space; a place in the mind that submissives find when they have totally surrendered themselves to the scene. She never could comprehend it before. But now she knew it was real. She had escaped. She shook her head up and down, as if she understood. “Well,” she replied, “I am going to turn in. I’ll see you in the morning.” She stepped back into her room and I was left alone in my thoughts. After a few minutes, I retreated to the sanctity of the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep. The crowing of a rooster woke me up. The sun was beaming through the open window curtains. My better half was already in the shower, so I stepped out on the balcony and looked around. I glanced down and. Then I said, "Well between her father's steak houseand the brewery she might know what she is talking about. I will barKathy for the event, if Heidi tells me why she is so mad at Kathy."Heidi did tell me why she was so mad at Kathy. It turns out that Kathywould trash the booth that Herman Hessman would set up at the RenaissanceFaire. If it was once, it could be excused. When it was every time thatKathy came to the Faire, Heidi felt that Kathy needed to be restrained.It was the best sword fight.