"What's happening on the Fourth of July?" There's a parade, I said. I paused long enough after saying that to get an overly-dramatic frown from Kelli...."The local Harley Davidson enthusiasts participate. I have a Harley Davidson." So you'll be riding in the parade? I nodded. "But I don't have a Harley Davidson, so what's the catch?" Well..." I drew out nervously. "I've seen pictures from last year's parade. Each of the riders had a passenger riding behind them. I'd like to ask you to be my. I figured my Mistress might like my cock to be full and ready. Saturday morning I was on edge. I kept looking at the clock and checked the time on my watch so it was exact. I decided to head off early in case of traffic problems or whatever. I got to her house 30 minutes early. I sat in my car and then walked up to the front door. Exactly 2pm I rang the doorbell. My heart was pounding. The door opened and I was not disappointed. She was wearing a leather corset, fishnet stockings and very high. Serge has fucked Terry’s 'pussy’ at least once every day since then. And, over time, Terry was surprised to discover that not only did the pain of being fucked by Serge’s big cock diminish, but that it actually reached the point where it was physically enjoyable. More than that, in the last week Terry had frequently experienced his own orgasm while the Man was fucking him. Thinking things over, the boy couldn’t help but conclude that Serge had been right - he was a fuck-bitch and he had a. I counted five very short, sexy cocktail dresses that I couldn’t wait to try on. Other articles of clothing were more casual: jean skirts, T-shirts, and hoodies, perfect for wearing to class.The next two bags were filled with various articles of lingerie. I marveled at the assortment of bras, panties, and thongs, ranging from plain cotton to very racy lace and silk, in a multitude of colors. While looking through the next bag, I pulled out more lingerie: teddies, slips, corsets, and baby-doll.