Locked."And it's going to stay locked until you're clean and dressed!" he heard Rosemary yell. "Take as long as you like!"Paul felt grateful for the s...nctuary of the bathroom. Even though the door was locked and he was trapped inside, it felt as if he could hide for a while, collect his thoughts, and perhaps plan an escape.But first, he had to get out of these beautiful, feminine, but terrible clothes. As Paul peeled each item of clothing from his body, he marveled at his new body. The waist. “I’ll never complain again about those pulleys again,” I grinned back.If you ever studied ancient history or studied classical paintings, you may have come across references to the Bacchanalia of Rome; debauched festivals in honour of the god of wine, freedom, intoxication, and ecstasy. Those are pretty good parameters for what it looks like when elite athletes let their hair down.We don’t get to do it very often, so when we can it’s like filling up the hump in a debauchery camel. When you eat. I then played with both my nipples, running my fingers over them and getting them hard and prominent. "I don't want you to touch me, and I won't touch you... but we can touch ourselves if you want." "God Erika," he breathed, "of course I want to." I smiled. He was recovering his hard-on nicely and his left hand went back to it. "I was watching your cock," I told him. "I love it, it is just gorgeous." He hardened even more and started pumping slowly. I ran my left hand down myself to my bikini. I wandered around in the woods for a few hours in the dark until I found a dirt road and started to walk down that road and saw a house with some lights on. Walking up to the door, I knocked, but had the good sense to put the shotgun on the porch swing out of sight of the homeowner. A young woman partially opened the door and saw that I was soaking wet and was just a young teenager. She then then invited me in, saying the “I was just getting ready to go to bed, what are you doing out in a.