Her tight leather pants with the ill-concealed bulge told the same story but less subtly. That bulge also indicated the nature of the fun and it was j...st the sort of fun I wanted. I decided not to go back into the bar I’d just left so I made my way down the alley, cautious in case she’d had second thoughts, and out into the main drag. There was no sign of her. I grabbed a cab, gave the driver the name of my next attempt and sat back and smiled. It’s good to test the skills sometimes. The next. Gerald was an immediate hit with everyone. The guys congratulated him for roping me in and tying me down while the girls just wanted to fuck him. Then he said something I wasn’t sure how to interpret:“I might have roped her into my bed, but she’s not tied down.”I desperately wanted to belong to him, to be dominated by him but then he said I am not exclusively his. I loved the freedom, but being married to an outsider gave me a legit prominence that few within the industry enjoy. Gerald took. He'd became a true bull. And he claimed my mans ass. My man even suggested him wearing some of my clothes during their sex, like my boxer briefs, T-shirt, ball cap, or my white low cut Nike socks and would fuck my man in them sweating in them and getting cum on them basically shoving it in my face that he was screwing my man, and my boyfriend told him that he would tell me that he had jacked off earlier that day and had worn some of my clothes. It turned my bud on even more doing that. He got. Metal stretched from all sides, as ifestimating the size of his leg, and Crono noticed similar circuitry onthe side of the metal facing his flesh. What on earth were they doing,he wondered?He didn't have long to wonder as the "bars" promptly shot forward,pressing against his leg and encasing it in the metal sheets that hadfolded out, conforming perfectly to the shape of his leg to leave noteven a millimeter of space.And that was when he felt what he would wear was a million daggersstabbing his.