I should be dead. I have hallucinations – PTSD probably." I sat down at the table again, picked up the water glass and toyed with it. "I'm nuts, cli...ically crazy probably. Just when I was getting comfortable with being silently paranoid, some guys in – I swear they were really wearing black suits show up. For no reason, they came after me. Later on at my home too."She sat a listened. When I ran down she said, "So that's it? PTSD and men in black suits?" Well ... that's all I'm prepared to talk. She didn’t miss a spot and removed each drop of herself off him with her mouth and teased him with her tongue. She straddled her body around his waist and exposed her pussy with one hand in front of his eyes. She took the other hand and took the role of teacher upon herself in front of her student’s face. Tempting her clit is small circles facing him completely. She tilted her hips in each circular motion of a small dance of erotic intentions over his naked body. She stuck her fingers inside. It really did not bother me anymore, and I did make $800 selling my pee the day before. I pushed both intruders into my now well stretched out holes without any difficulties. I came almost immediately after pulling the panties in place, contemplating how much I loved the feeling of being so stuffed. Further on we put on the cat suits, corsets and finally shiny black thigh high ballet boots. The suits came with attached feet but no gloves, and the corset had a special harness in the bottom.. I awoke to a nice sunny day something which is unusual most of the time in Hull, the city where these events took place. My sister had some friends around by the time I got downstairs and one of these was Theresa whom I was about to get to know intimately that day, although I had never met her before.Unlike Linda, she was younger than me by about five years, and though she was not overly attractive there was something about her that garnered my attention. Her face would not win any beauty.