"Right, and this one," she pointed out, shaking it around a little,"Includes my shirts, jumpers, some stuff like that."She offered the bag to me again..., and I took it without hesitation thistime, still feeling a trance-like aura of obedience to this girl'soffers.With one bag left, she giggled to herself a little, evidently findingsomething amusing. Or perhaps, she had a plan that was working. Eitherway, I could only feel myself waiting for her to pass it to me."This one's got the rest of my. ’ ‘Does your proposition mean you get to feel me up one time or every time I come over?’ ‘Every time you are at my table, – if I want to.’ ‘Does this offer just entitle you to feel my legs, or more?’ ‘More.’ ‘What more?’ ‘Anywhere my hand can reach under your little plaid skirt.’ ‘Not between my legs.’ ‘Yes, between your legs. – But I won’t force my hand anywhere that’s not readily accessible.’ The girl seemed embarrassed and her face had a bit of a flush to it. ‘And you aren’t to try and, –. They still had about another thirty minutes before the morning staff would wake them up. Before Edgar had had to come to this place he had been a ladies' man, getting pussy like no other. But ever since he had arrived at the Willow Creek Home for Boys', he started getting feelings for men. It all started when one day when he saw, Miguel, one of the other boys naked. And ever since then he had a craving for cock. The cock he wanted was his roommate's. Richie was already here when Edgar arrived. . that's your thing. At lest you got him locked down this time." Taking his shirt and seekers off, Tyrone walked to the front of the cage so he could get a better look at Tammy's spread eagle body. "And what is this here beauty's name? I'm Tyrone, and I think I love you. Shit, you got such firm titties, and such a tiny twat." I'm Tammy, Tyrone. Do you like what you can see? As you can see, I have these fucking blinders on, so I can't see your body... or face," she said fretfully, while feeling.