Take the rest of your clothes off now, they spoil the image. She reached into the bag and took out a pair of black lacy panties and handed them to him...and said, "You know what to do, put them on"! Dazed Martin put them on. The feel of the nylon on his manhood brought it to life. "Now we can't have that unsightly bulge in your new panties, here put this girdle on to cover it". "Wait a minute! Let's talk about this before things get carried away". Said Martin. "I'll make you a deal. If you can. It cast shadows around us and from the various props and costumes. “What did you want to show me?” he asked, totally casual, totally at ease. Even his hands were stuffed into his pockets I noticed, as my eyes lingered on his ‘pockets’ a little too long. I walked right up to him, looked him right in the eye but didn’t touch him. The urge was so great but I knew if I held off a little longer then the satisfaction would be greater. “I think you know,” I said, a whisper. He smiled at that, but. She explained that they had to pump my stomach and give me some medication to help me from a d**g overdose. A blood test had determined that I had marijuana, cocaine, meth, opiates, alcohol and ecstasy in my system and that I had been treated for being gang ****d. She took her time to be sensitive while explaining that I had large amounts of semen in my stomach and also in my vagina and rectum, amounts that could only be attributable to a gang ****. She asked me if I had remembered any. ”“Shit,” she laughed, "you’re always ready.” And she felt her nipples harden at the thought.Terry reached out and brushed one lightly with the back of his knuckle. “Well, yeah, but I meant ready to drop me off at the barn.”“Let me grab my backpack,” Isolde replied, “I need my license.”They went out together then. As they got into the Jeep, Isolde said, “I have an idea. Since I’m going to be running up and down the road anyway, why don’t I bring you some lunch around noon. Too bad we didn’t grab.