My hair hung down to myshoulders and was styled in such a way that I could either brush it upinto a feminine style or down into a more androgynous loo.... (Currentlyit was severely brushed "down"!) Moving down to my face; extensive useof depilatory creams had left my cheeks smooth and with a much reducedbeard growth. My ears were pierced - granted not too unusual for malesof my generation - but I was wearing pretty little studs in an obviouslyfeminine design. Continuing on down my body; my torso. This was not going as planned as now I had 2 sets of anal beads and a vibrator in my ass when I was only supposed to be sucking this new cock of hers. We both decided that we were going to go to the Weis at the end of town to buy dinner with toys in our asses. I had the original anal beads and she wore the new butt plug. We walked around Weis like there was nothing weird going out and even made dinner wearing the toys.After we ate I knew we were getting close to the destruction of my ass. . I ran the different fibres across the inside of my wrist, the most delicate skin that was readily available. The sisal was completely out, that would have left horrible rope burn and been incredibly itchy. The cotton clothesline felt nice, soft, pliant and plain white. It might get dirty easily. Then I saw some polyester all-purpose rope. It came in lots of different colors, black, red, blue, green, purple, yellow. It felt just as smooth and soft on my skin as the cotton and would be easier to. She smiles a glazed, knowing smile and releases a quiet chuckle, then effortlessly glides to her knees in front of me. With her right thumb and index finger she forms a tight ring around my cock head and pulls taught, she dips her head, opens her lips and draws her top lip & tongues long the length of my shaft, from base to tip, as if savouring her own juice that coated my cock. She's dipped her left arm between my legs and her left hand is working the base of the plug. As you can imagine, I'm.