This sexy man was massaging my back, and the things he was telling me became more and more to the point. He told me to turn toward him, and as I did I... could see a noticable large bulge in his shorts. His hands crept lower as he asked me if I had been with a guy, and I said yes, but not really. I think he understood exactly what I meant. With that both of his hands engulfed my muscular cheeks as he began to kneed them. This put his bulge only inches from my face. His talking was smooth, and he. She wanted to look beautiful for him. She knew what turned him on and wanted to show him how she listened to his wants and desires.After taking a long hot bath and listening to Dylan’s tapes, Tracy did her make-up and her hair. She walked over to her drawer and pulled out a pair of black lacy panties. She walked over to the bed and put her thigh-highs on and attached them to her garter. She put her demi style bra on. She looked amazing. She walked by her closet and pulled out her black. . I suddenly feel the security guard grab me from behind and forces me to bend over the desk. I try to scream but the guard cover my mouth with her hand. There's something gooey on her hands. I know that smell... It's cum. My interviewer pulls restraints from her desk and fastens them to my wrists and ankles. An Open Wide mouth Gag is place on my head. The guard release her hold on me, I am helpless as I try to wrestle myself loose. My mind race with terror. Pamela pets my head and tries to. Have a passport?WHITNEY: First time I tried to board an airplane I found out my baptism certificate wasn't considered identification. I went out and got a driver's license—even though nobody else in school had one—and a passport. Quite the day when that arrived. I swear we roasted a pig to celebrate and everybody in the neighborhood came by to see that silly little book.aroslav: Whitney, are you pulling my leg?WHITNEY: Not yet. Gimme time.aroslav: So how did a good Catholic girl like you get.