I hurry across the road towards the ramp leading up toPortsmouth Harbour station, its long, curved platforms and crampedconcourse built on a pier they... share with the landing stages used by theGosport and Isle of Wight passenger ferries. As a busy transportinterchange - many of the city's bus routes also converge here - the areais normally thronged with shoppers making their way to or from CommercialRoad, as well as day trippers down to visit the Royal Naval Museum andHMS Victory. Perhaps the. Aftera few minutes my calves started to ache terribly. I started to put myheels down. I felt a sudden whack on the back of my legs. I quickly got mynose back into position. My calves ached and I was struggling to hold myposition. "Right that's enough stand down" I gratefully did, still facingthe wall. 'Turn around" my wife said. I did and my wife and John roaredwith laughter. "You look like a girly circus clown with that red nose! Nowlets get pony." John left and I started to think about sexual. " Okay, fine. Want to now?" Sure."I ran into my closet and opened my costume and lingerie drawer. I pulled out a sexy little slave outfit with no bra and a little black pair of panties.I walked out and she had a shy expression on her face. I had her take a few normal pictures of me sitting and laying on my bed, nothing too seductive, that is, until my breast fell out of the top of my shirt. She took the picture anyway and pointed it out afterward."Maybe you could do it completely topless? You. Now that was a prize too good to pass up! I got real lucky and got the drop on them, but the bartender didn't want any shooting inside his establishment, so he pulled out his blunderbuss and got the drop on all of us."GIT OUT! ALL OF Y'ALL! OUT! OUT! OUT! IFEN Y'ALL AIN'T OUT OF MY PLACE IN TWO MINUTES, I WILL START SHOOTIN'. THIS HERE BLUNDERBUSS IS FULLY LOADED, AN' I AIN'T KIDDIN'! GIT OUT!"Hell, none of us had a choice! We all ran for the door, and Jane and I were the last ones out. We.