But, I also think she knows that I really don't have the guts for such a thing. It's all for show.As she leads us over to the main house, I notice tha...t all of the windows, both on the main level and the two upstairs ones, are covered with some sort of blackout plastic or paper. I think this is unusual, but for some reason I don't ask about it. Once we are standing on the back porch, Dorothy recovers a key hidden in a nearby plant, unlocks the door, and leads us into the kitchen area.It looks. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. "Some glamor," thought Walt, "dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd. . except for her panties. She assumed that one of the men would keep those. In the past, she had often left her panties at her partner’s place.Her skirt was a black, spandex-type, mini skirt. It would easily slide down her body, but despite that, she felt the knife slit it down one side and it fell at her feet. She was now standing against the back of the bench in just her neon yellow thong. It, too, was old, but didn’t look it. She didn’t have many opportunities to wear it since it showed. She was usually Sub but I know she had a Dom side too her and I was hoping tonight was going to bring it out. By the look of her, it was. She looked me up and down and a smile crept across her face. She sat on the bed at the side of me and stroked my face gently before she slowly moved her hands down my body stopping before she reached the fabric of my underwear. Her hand rested inches from my throbbing penis, another sign she was warming to her dominant role. She brought her hand back up to my.