Did I really just kiss the nice old lady from the library? Was her hand on my leg? What made me go along with this? I noticed I was getting really har...d from her gentle touches along my leg and I nervously put my other hand on hers.At this, she turned her head toward me. "You make me feel so young again," she said quietly.I leaned in and we kissed again. This time, I pulled her body toward me with the arm I had 'round her. I kissed her deeply and passionately, and, as I did, her hand ventured. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”De’Shane worked his head. He used no hands and made the one-time walk-on football player nut. He swallowed every bit.“You really make me gay as fuck,” Trent opined.“I’m sorry.”“Nah, bitch! You good! I’m so ready to go on that. I asked how much and, she just kept looking down in shame and said don't worry about it. I thanked her and left not knowing that I would run into her later that day. After my meeting, I was heading back to the Peninsula, and stopped at the Starbucks on Wilshire en route. While I was ordering, I was glancing around and saw her sitting alone at a table, sipping a tea. I walked over and thanked her and asked if she would like a muffin or scone to enjoy with her tea. She declined but, I. I step free of my lower clothing and slip my shirt off on to the floor.Elise rises and takes my hand to lead me to the bed. As we approach, Theresa gets up and greets me with a kiss. She asks me to lay down in the middle of the bed, arms and legs out.One woman on each side, they begin to bind me. It is almost like a religious ritual. Elise and Theresa fasten cuffs to my wrists with almost perfect synchronization, then do the same for my ankles. Now I am splayed out on the bed, an immobile,.