How could I not?" He laughed softly. "But you've worn me out. It's past midnight and I wanted to be on the trail at dawn. I don't know how I'll make t...at climb tomorrow if it's as hard as you say it is." The hike would be much easier if it weren't for the Countess Waltrude, that regal bitch. She owns that valley I pointed out, the one you have to skirt on that steep trail at high altitude. If you could cut across that it would be much easier. But he countess is possessive of her domain and. But tell me, what is it that you like? Would you like to join me for lunch.’I didn’t need asking twice, so I moved and sat opposite her, intrigued. ‘My name is Patricia and yours is?’ Anthony, Tony for short. ‘Tony, I am curious, what was it about me that caught you attention and may I say, making you excited. I could feel the pre cum oozing from the tip of my semi erect cock. This was like all my Christmases had come at once. She was obviously enjoying the attention as much as I was giving it. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it's all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking."Where's your. As I begun to do something I never thought I would,John began to humiliate me by telling me that her pussy now belonged tohim, and not even I would ever get pussy from my wife. He talked about me being a sissy husband and not man enough to care formy own wife. This whole thing was making me sick to the stomach andnervous. Next thing I knew he had shot his hot load into my mouth. Sohere I was, dressed as a female in a leather skirt and heels, slowbreathing because of my corset and I had just.