"What about boy friends? Any interesting guys that we should know about?"Blushing, I replied, "there is one guy in the Single Adult Sunday School clas... that seems to like me. He always saves a place for me in class and the Service next to him. When the class meets for lunch after church, he makes sure I sit beside him. One Sunday, I was not going to be able to go to lunch because I had some unexpected expenses but he talked me into going and he paid. And he took me to a couple of parties the. I know it’s a long shot, but if Angel is feeling horny that day, he might not mind playing the part of a macho guy and fucking a gringo’s face.”Tony wasn’t that excited about my idea, but he was willing to give it a try. I didn’t hear from him for a few days, but then one Friday morning I got an email telling me which road and where to park, and about what time he and Angel would be coming down the road. I left work early for lunch, headed across town, and parked on the side of the road with my. ‘Here you go John…nice to meet you,’ she told me, trying to avert her eyes from the noticeable bulge I had in my pants, brushing the hair out of her face as she shyly smiled at me and motioned toward her bus, ‘and if you want to prove how big of a fan of mine you are later tonight, go wait over there, baby.’ ‘Ms. Lambert would like to invite you onto her bus,’ a security guy told me as he led me in and locked the door behind him, telling me Miranda would be returning shortly. ‘Oh good John, you. Kevin stepped back for a look after they were on, and said “they look great on you. They’re a perfect tight fit.”It was easier to get the pants on while I was on the sofa with my legs stretched out in front of me, but to put the straitjacket on I needed to get up on my feet. After Kevin helped me to stand, he unlocked the handcuffs. After those restraints were off, Kevin told me to stick my arms out straight in front of me. He started working my arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. When.