He would know her then. She would truly be lost, truly be hissex slave, his fuck toy. If hediscovered her real, everyday identity, she would be fore...ver bound to him inabject servitude, with no power to protect herself ever again. She would be utterly helpless andvulnerable. ?No?please?.? He took her face in both hands. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking he would unmask her. But instead he kissed her. Long andhard. Melting her resolve and inhibitions. ?Take off the. I readily nodded yes. She hugged me in the swimming pool her boobs crushed my chest I squeezed her ass in the water. She looked me and started kissing me I too kissed her we kissing madly in the water I removed her dress and it floated away. I forgot to say about that guest house she called the security to take leave for a day and she sent him out and locked those gates. We were kissing and licking each other’s lips she was such a good kisser I kissed her neck and licked it to ears. Then I. We were a little nerdy but quite typical boys– preoccupied with girls, sex and how our young cocks were shaping up. One Saturday we were hiking out in the hills and we started talking trash about how big our cocks were. We had seen each other in the gym showers and we kind of knew what each of us had down there. But, still, it turned into a good-natured argument.I told the guys that what really matters is how big a cock is when it's fully erect – not when it's limp. So we each dared each other. "You have a point, there," theWoodsman said."Just meeting her will be enough of a thrill. And maybe she can find a way tohelp me get back to Kansas. Say, how old is she? I think it's been almost 100years since she disappeared." You'll find that time does not pass in Oz the way it does in your world."the Scarecrow counseled. "Of course for beings who aren't flesh and bloodlike the Woodsman and myself, we never age at all. Regular people age muchmore slowly. Both Dorothy and Queen Ozma are young.