" Police station? What the hell did you do there?" Not much, only answered their questions about what happened to your friend, Oscar, at the Golf Club...."Suddenly she became ashen gray and shouted, "Holy Lord, what have you done to Oscar Pihlborg?" Not my fault that such a creep is so fragile. He attacked me and got taken to the hospital."Of course, that was far from the real truth but I had to continue to tell my version that I had told the police, just in case they did some investigation at her. Back for the black skirt, red blouse, and 4 inchblack high heels. Lastly my long hair wig, jewelry and false nails. I'moff to my therapist. Wonder if I should share this experience with her?As I sit here all femmed up I can't forget the experience I'm going torelate.When I was about 13 I remember hearing that a student had been caughtsucking himself off in the restroom at school. While we all laughedabout it, in a conversation with a friend he said "Hey, I know my dickis clean and if I could. They told him they could only stay for one more drink and had to leave after that as they were from out of town and staying in a motel several miles from our house. Once inside, one of them asked to use our restroom as the other one was asking my hubby if he had a certain scotch. All I wanted to do was to get to the bedroom and get ready for bed. I excused myself and as I entered our bedroom closing the door behind me there stood Bob with a smile on his face that scared the hell out of me.I. "Heh, yeah I thought I'd pick one up on the way home. This one caught my eye." Andy said casually. "Dude, that's fucking awesome!" Travis exclaimed. Andy turned to his slave "I'll name you.. Veronica. I think." The slave nodded at this, but otherwise stayed perfectly still. "Now, take off that silly mesh shirt." Veronica moved to do as he said, and Travis watched feeling his cock, that still hung limp outside his boxer shorts start to grow. Andy noticed and laughed a little. "Getting excited.