I grasped at Karen, wanting her understand that I wasn’t happy and I nearly toppled from my ridiculous shoes. ?It’s OK,? she said, her voice faint... through the thick leather. She held onto me, keeping my upright. Her hand lay comfortingly on my arm. ?I’m still here.? I tried to be comforted by the fact that my friend was right beside me. I took a few calming breaths that came mingled with the intoxicating scent of leather. Now that my panic had passed, I felt excited. I was gagged and. I then heard a car pull up and it was a new SUV with a very attractive woman in her late forty's, early fifty's, Much along the lines of Raquel Welch or Angie Dickinson. She offered me a ride, I climbed in. My shirt was unbuttoned, from the heat of the hot sun, my chest was moist and glistening with the beads of sweat. I guess something in scent of my pheromones set her off, because she smiled a sexy yearning and hungry smile as she handed me a towel from her gym bag to wipe off with. She. It just startled me a bit.”She removed her left hand from the door handle but kept her right hand on my thigh, stroking me gently. The actions of her hand had the usual effect of giving me an erection, I just love to have my thigh stroked like that. In a short while my growing penis was becoming quite uncomfortable trapped, as it was, in my tight underwear and trousers. Lyd seemed to notice this and she leaned across and undid the zipper on my trousers and eased my swollen cock out through the. I have taken several young men like you under my wing for extensive training. It is very time consuming for both of us, but can be amazingly rewarding, sexually and psychologically. I can say with some modesty that I have changed the lives of over a dozen young men who now live totally different life styles from what they once thought possible.??? Your case (if I may call it that) is interesting because it involves a racial aspect to it. Let me start out by saying that I am in my daily life, in.