She was very pretty, her heart-shaped face framed by her short brown hair and the obvious juxtaposition of innocence and carnality oozed forbidden sen...suality."Boss, even if they like big-titted blonde bimbos, I can still make 'em pant," the young girl said, giggling.It was then he realized three things: the little twitch his cock had given was becoming a full-blown erection, he was very securely restrained, and there was somebody else in the room with them.That somebody looked vaguely familiar.. No, no no.'Anyway, no one calls me that. I'm just Louie." Did your mother comfort you about the name?" Comfort me? I don't know. Probably. It's a goofy name." Sometimes, small insecurities can feed into cross-dressing, Louis."We kept talking. About high school. About college. About meetingCynthia. About her calling me her wife as a joke. About the Sissymagazine.Finally, he looked at his watch."So, Doc," I said. "Am I broken?"He grinned. "It's too early to tell, Louis. Do you think. The last thought took hold and I grabbed an ancient looking book with something looking very much like a demon on the cover. Written with some form of brown ink that looked far too much like old blood. This also did not feel like any sort of leather I ever got my hands on.‘To bind power.’ An interesting title, that much was sure. I did what any drunken man in my position would do. I simply began to read the funky book without thinking twice about the glowing and slowly vanishing letters. It was. .intimately.” Her leg fell away from my hip and I planted a kiss between her breasts, my fingers dancing on the inside of her thigh, teasing, but not quite committing. Her breaths were shallow as I simultaneously sucked a nipple into my mouth and plunged a finger into her depths. God she was the perfect specimen, a goddess in seduction as she cried out softly at my intrusion, catching a plump lip between her teeth. She was tight, wet, and practically begging to be plowed, but I couldn't bring.