I rested my hand on her knee while our drinks were being poured and managed to move it up to her thigh without getting kicked out of the bar.“Let’...s sit over there, there’s a little booth,” she said. I couldn’t resist giving her arse a slap as we walked over. “I’ve missed you, you cheeky fuck.”“Oh yeah, Dad not been banging the shit of you every week?”“Yeah but I like a bit of younger meat too.”“God you’re a fucking slut.”We smiled at each other and moved in for a snog. My dick was already. At that moment I knew if I did not do something right, my night was going to be like the last 90 nights in this city. I grabbed her waist softly with my left arm and leaned over her to get in a lip lock again. I wasn’t sure if this would do. She shrieked in my arm for like 10 seconds and then I felt her hand behind my head playing with my hair and pushing me further on her.“I just couldn’t believe my luck with you, so I asked, my love. My apologies” after a minute of that lip lock, I tendered. I wasreally excited. And it felt really, really different. It's hard toexplain but it was confusing as hell. Worst of all there was somethingbetween my legs, something sticky.Oh God! I berated myself as I panted with what I can only describe asarousal. My hands were between my legs. But there was nothing elsethere. Okay Pete. Back to the delusion of being a female prisoner...it's gotta be. So aroused though. Like a nocturnal emission... the onlypro was that I didn't feel like a passenger now.. You can't stop it from being drawn in on itself. Breathe.You want to stop it but your body isn't yours. It is mine.With each breath, your waist gets smaller and smaller. Smaller and smaller. It feels like it is a 24 inch waist. Smaller and smaller. Tight and taut. As the pain quickly fades away from your waist, you feel a very odd tingling in your nipples. It feels like something is pushing at them from the inside.As you breathe, you feel your feet folding in on themseleves. They too are.