Travesti

Hello Marek want to play a game. From the very beginning you have been the so-called ‘9
muscle of your thuggish sex-trafficking gang, lending a hand, or a fist, wherever necessary
to enforce your compatriots ‘will, and having your fair share of the group ‘s ‘merchandise
But now…well. it’s time to see how strong you really are… When you agreed to turn ll:
evidence against your boss and go into police protection. you thought your troubles were miover, that noone would ever find you…. Well Marek. l found you…and it’s time to see how“ ”g strong you really are… You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that i will bind with your skin forever in one hour unless you can prove just how much you can lift

How many times do I have to tell you not to play down here?‘ Alan screamed with exasperation after almost falling over his eight year old daughter, Stephanie. She
cowered in one corner of his basement turned workshop, just a few feet from the
scattered electrical components which her dad had spilt everywhere whilst trying to
avoid stepping on her. ‘It ‘s just not safe sweetheart… ‘ he cooled his temper a little but
remained firm, ‘…there are so many dangerous things down here. ‘ He watch his
frightened daughter scurry up the stone steps to wards the main part of the house,
satisfied that perhaps finally he ‘d got his message across. Turning back to his work, he
sighed in awe at his creation. The two huge pods stood ominously in opposing corners of
the basement…finished…

To say Ralph was good at panty raids was a massive understatement. He was
the absolute king of the g-string. In 18 months at college he had raided his frat’s
sister sorority six times and amassed 27 pairs of underwear, which now hung
from his bedroom wall like trophies with the exception of a black latex thong
from the drawers of the sorority’s president that took pride of place in the
fratemity’s TV room.