“Bloody hell!” Morag exclaimed as Jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of his skirt. He was wearing tartan socks and boots open crotch fis...hnet pantihose and split crotch panties. His cock was taped back around under his ass or it was until Morag touched it. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tapes and stood up a full 10” (250 mm).“Ah what ye doin?” Jock gasped, “Ets no done that afore.”“Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking waste,” Morag. Now where is the logic in that?“Dan’s a pervert!” I said.I was pouting a bit as I rubbed my backside. It wasn’t stinging anymore but I kept rubbing it anyway. My other arm was wrapped over my exposed stomach – hiding it from view.Tara looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Did he force you to do unspeakable sexual acts?”“No!”“Did he expose himself to you and laugh maniacally?”“No!She grunted. “Not much of a pervert then. We’ll have to give him pointers on how he can improve.”“He made me wear. She asks me why I didn't go out to some parties or something. I respond with why don't you invite me next time? I quickly have a minor freak out in my head. Why would I say something like that? I'm usually pretty shy and consider myself kind of timid and I'm calling her out right now? Too my surprise she says that's a good point. And tells me tonight she and some sorority sisters are going out to some bars. Bar hoping on a Monday? Awe what the hell I tell her and I'm in. I spend the rest of. "What did you say, saucie?" Jason's voice had gotten an edge to it."Did you say "he"? Do you see a "he" in this latex?" Then his voicesoftened. "It's all taken care of. If he pees, he gives himself anenema." That's sooooo gross," whispered Julie, as she latexed my fingers.In a flash, Jason had Julies jaw in his hand. "Missy, I run the showhere. I run the show here." Then he softened. "Trust me on this, honey.The little pervert will be fine."He looked at me. His eyes went violent, his mouth.