God, can't he see how good he had it?" Our gazes lock, and we blush mutually in embarrassment. He offers his hand to help me up the ladder (it doesn't...have a guard rail), and once I get high enough, his hand drifts down to my backside. I jump slightly at first, but let it stay. Gently, he begins to rub the globes of my ass, running his fingers along the seam between them. If possible, my pussy gets wetter."What do you mean?" I ask, no longer looking for bags. His fingers are doing wonders to. Oh my Gawd, these contained my proud sexy wardrobe lingerie and silk collection of garments I sometimes loved to slip into behind closed d****s after a sexy made up job which transformed me Dan, into CD Dixie a true closeted Prick Princess to say the very least!It all had started many many years before when my new stepdad Bruno started a secret love affair with his big uncut thick prick and me just arriving into my teens Dan whose eyes seemed helpless in not avoiding the sight of that large. I met her there and then we went to their house and I met her husband. We talked about the agreement and signed a piece of paper stating that it was just donation and will be forever confidential. I felt good about going forward with this. I suggested that I get a quick shower to be clean for her. I came out with just the towel on and took her by the hand to the bedroom and shut the door. Her husband was in the living room watching television. I still remember it was the news of Bin Laden being. Great Candelabras hung from the ceiling every ten paces or so, and there were many doors set into the long corridor. As we moved through, we peered into room after room. Some seemed suitable as bedrooms, complete with aged furniture; others were clearly for another purpose. Racks and Iron Maidens and Manacles abounded. Clearly this facility had served for a torturer at some point, though it did not appear to host any guests now. "We should find a place to sleep. Perhaps a room large enough to.