..... I got to her place, my penis throbing just thinking of her black patent platforms, she wore on the pics I got earlier. It was late but I was hor...y and told her, totease herself and then go to bed, but wearing sexy lingerie and latex, making the bed hot and sweaty. NO HEELS! She was being dominated, which made her demure,calling me her Daddy, she could only wear heels for me... That kinda domination felt new and exciting, and I popped to the bathroom, making as little noise as posssible.I. "I'll suck your cock, big boy. In the woods, all day long. I'll let you touch me, taste me. Fuck me hard." She gave a couple of theatrical groans."Please! Stop it!" He put his hands to his crotch and Abigail shook her head."Not 'til you come out with us." He screwed up his face, and she closed her eyes and grunted as she exhaled. "Aghhh. The thought of your cock inside me, aggghhhh Alistair. Ali-stair. Ali-stairrrrr! Can you imagine it?" He crossed his legs and Abigail rubbed her bosom, peeking. “I can make the clothes,” Bea said a little defensively.“I have no doubt you could, but could you make at least one outfit for everyone in just two days?”“No, Sir. I understand. I know the best shops and all the key people. We can get it done.”“Good, just figure how best to get this done and have at it. At the same time, try not to call attention to these people.”“I can get some fabric samples and take everyone’s measurements. Then my friends can help match what we can, bring it here to try on. Anyone trying to read his mind was quickly crippled by a wash of painful memories--their own, in addition to the many he had gathered from previous victims. This had to be dealt with delicately. That was why I had been chosen.I was sitting at an outdoor restaurant, making sure everyone ignored me, when he came out of the Denny's across the street. Mr. Bell had a blank-faced waitress following him puppyishly. Casting subtlety aside, he'd merely suppressed her awareness of self and memory, making.