I fight against my restraints, but tugging only makes it worse. As I apologize for my actions, I hear his belt hit the floor and his zipper come undon...e. I look up at him and know that I am in for the night of my life. He strokes his cock as he looks me up and down, and I have no idea what he’s going to do first. Eventually, he unzips my boots, slides them off, and starts working is way up to my shorts. The college kid comes around a bit, and asks what the fuck is going on. I know better than to. Now a little more about my fetish. Obviously I keep it totally secret; I'm sure that mom might have suspected something during my younger days when I used to borrow her lingerie and hosiery but most young k**s experiment with that sort of thing; you know, playing dress-up. Now I am obsessive about not being caught. I do keep my body fully shaved; but hey it's the era of the metrosexual and all the guys are getting 'back, crack and sack' wax-jobs and getting their chests waxed and legs shaved.. . and the tape. Thank you so much for making the tape. I watched it three times. I was beginning to think I dreamed last night but the tape fixed that."My Mom walked over and kissed me deeply. I returned the deep tongue work and felt her hands on my bare tits. When the kiss broke she said,"Why don't we go to the Common Hut for awhile."Daddy agreed and I asked,"What is the common hut you guys keep talking about?"My Dad answered,"The Anatese People keep one large hut just for sex. Anyone can have. I am ready. I heard about a pool party not too far away. There should be a nice selection there. And indeed there is. But there is one man who stands apart from the crowd. At first, I watch him quietly. Then, I begin staring at him lustfully. His thick blond hair is neither too long nor too short. His corner-of-the-mouth smile looks just a tad mischievous. His warm green eyes are gazing back at me. And oooh, his chiseled body. I lower the lids of my big, brown eyes and give him that look that.