We went at one another, wildly, and as we did finally my clothes started coming off. She was the one doing the removing of my clothes. Once I was undr...ssed, except for my underwear, she went at my chest, and kissed it all over the place. She even played around with my small nipples. I loved. She didn’t stop either as she kissed and kissed and kissed me on the chest. Her fingers tantalized the living hell out of my nipples but I never stopped her seeing as it was all in passion and funs as well.. I checked my inbox occasionally over the next few days and, as I expected, she didn’t contact me.About two weeks later I headed to my local supermarket. I took the car as it was not nearby and I had quite a bit of shopping to get. On the way I stopped at a junction then pulled out into the stream of traffic when suddenly, I heard the whoop of a siren and the mirror was filled with blue flashing lights. I indicated left and pulled over to the side of the road to let the big police van pass only. He must be used to this, as he ignored it. He decorated my thighs with images of sweeping plumage, with every tiny fiber drawn in. I thought I would come in his face! Holding still has never been harder! And of course I had to stand with my legs apart for an hour to make sure it was all dry. The paint got dry faster than I did. Then he started on my face. It was like having George ‘draw’ on me with his finger-tip. Oh, God, erotic! The base paint is pretty much make-up, but then the little. I realised thebest idea would be to take off the dress and lingerie and see if I canmaybe make some pants and a shirt from some of the material. Then maybeI can go somewhere to get some help. My fingers fumbled with the doublebow of my dress laces. It was so difficult when I couldn't see what Iwas doing. I felt a loose end and pulled it sharply. It seemed to clickout of the bow but didn't quite come free so I pulled harder. Itwouldn't budge. I realised I had created a knot. No matter.