“Please no, I am exposed.”
The cape remains pushed over my shoulders, its bright crimson serving to frame my nakedness. Corseted, my erect n*****s feel like bayonets, ready to spear any on comer. I cannot avoid exhibiting all. Dr. Samuels leads, I must follow and I note the woman does not so much gape in surprise as she assesses in amusement. With my tinkling bell, her attention is not to be diverted away from me.
I am shocked when Dr. Samuels slows our pace.
“Surprisingly mild night for December,” the woman matter-of-factly offers.
Dr. Samuels stops to acknowledge the greeting!
“Yes, one must enjoy this type of weather. It’s sure to be a cold winter.”
The woman is tall. Mid thirties. A loose trench cost covers a frame which I suspect to be shapely but vigorous for a woman. The legs
