His hazel eyes held a mischievous sparkle, though, and when they caught mine, I fancied I saw a spark of recognition. And a question posed with one r...aised eyebrow. I not only saw it; I heard it just as clearly as if he'd spoken it—or, rather, kissed it onto the skin of my neck, just below my ear. And I felt it, down there, between my legs. There is no way he could've missed the shiver that passed through my body at that moment. I knew instantly that I would follow him wherever he led, just. I asked who's cum was forced into my mouth and down my throat and hesaid it was supposed to be a very realistic tasting substitute that wasnon-perishable. The same stuff was also shot into my fauxgina and asspussy. It also acted as a lubricant too. I mentioned that it certainlytasted real enough. He said that was the idea. It's supposed to beeffective in breaking a submissive. I began to wonder if this is the manI wanted to help me escape my sissy slut bondage maid's life. Hellorock, hard. I'd swear on my baby's head that man is dead. I killed him forty two years ago." Oh. He was looking quite fit for a dead man. Why would you have killed him, or any man?" Haaah yes, you only think you've got skeletons in your closet. Before I get into this thing I'd like to just say just one thing first. I love you, and no matter what I tell you from now on I will still love you. I just hope you still love me." There was a green painted bench cemented into the ground behind the huge boulders. Wow, he was really into this. My dick started getting hard looking at this CD panty boy. I told him to stand in front of me as I sat in the stuffed living room chair. Pete was clearly nervous and practically shaking. I ran my hands up the outside of his stockings and he shuttered. Then I ran one hand up the inside of his leg and Pete positively shook. I found it surprisingly erotic to run my hands up and down his slippery legs to the tops of his thigh-highs and round the bare flesh at the top..