His mouth watered as he though of the enjoyment to come to him tonight and the delights -- the sheer delights -- that would come tomorrow when the gir... would be forced to do anything he asked.Aboard the boat, Sue watched Dick expertly tacking against the wind. She sat on a big red flotation cushion which also served as a lifebuoy in case of capsizing. How sure he seemed of himself, she thought. How very poised for a young man, and how very handsome. She was so proud of him. She shifted her. Thumbing idly through it, she had no interest, often just gazing out into space.It was in one of those "daydreaming" periods that she reached up and started rubbing one of her nipples through her gown. She kept it up for five minutes or so until there was a visible reaction from the rest of her.She started moving her hips slightly, the small gyrations making little circles. Finally, her hand left her nipple to wander down her body. Hesitating at her hips, she slightly lifted herself and for the. June Cartwright. Unable to use his hands to ease the pain he rolled over and over the floor in a vain attempt to ease the agony, his petticoat riding up his nylon stockings and over his hips exposing the pink nylon panties. Tears pouring down his face, nylon covered legs kicking into the air, petticoat around his waist, pink panties in full view, crying in pain, begging for mercy, he was the complete humiliated pathetic sissy."Mercy? You will receive no mercy from me," June Cartwright sneered,. Those have been my staple for jobs, when I even have one.I’ve been walking now for several days. Outta McDermitt. Don’t rightly remember how many exactly. People don’t seem to really pick up hitchhikers much anymore. Over the past 25 years it is sad how much I have watched human trust go in a downward spiral. I’m just a hitchhiker. A man who can’t afford a car and has no home. I’m always wandering. Been doing it since I was 17.I never take advantage of good people. I don’t hurt people who don’t.