No. Not me." Oh... he thinks I need therapy? Fucking misanthrope." Misanthrope? I don't know that... Negative man... isn't human?" Misanthrope, it mea...s... someone that doesn't like people. He's a hermit." Well, yes, this is what I tried to tell him. He needs other people's input or he becomes detached — too detached." So why does he think I need help?" Because of the medal he wears — he thinks you think it's magic." That's my first guess. It might be technology, but I don't think that's what. ..I was now at the party having a good time and kicking ass on the pool table..Shaw had shown up and was looking good she came over to hug me and that felt amazing and I could feel my dick getting hard then I noticed she had a friend with her the friend came over and introduced herself (Kelly)we both took a liking to each other and started drinking more an talking and I told her how much i wanted to give her friend Shaw this dick she smile and said I like you and your cool and down to earth and. She snapped me tightly into a black satin waist cincher with six garter straps, to which she attached fully-fashioned seamed nylon stockings drawn tantalizingly up my legs – her every move calculated to make my ?clitty? swell and engage the cruel teeth of my chastity collar. She delighted in oscillating me thus between pleasure and pain. She sprayed me with her personal perfume, then removed the elaborately frilled lacy panties she had worn all yesterday and all night long, rubbed their. Her long-time boyfriend, the one she’d hope would become her spouse, had dumped her for a big-titted opportunist who saw his financial potential and went for his gonads.They’d been together since she was twenty and he certainly didn’t have blue balls although she realized that their reasonably frequent sex had been rather vanilla. Her b-boobs on her slim frame were attractive enough that she got looks if she dressed lightly, but were not the hangers of her competition. Nor was her crotch so.