She pinned it and sprayed it and teased it, and all the while she chattered on and on about what a gorgeous and foxy little chick I made. She talked a...out how every guy on the street would have a hard on in his pants for me, if they could see me now. I told her I wished she wouldn't talk like that, as it made me feel kind of uncomfortable. She chided me, telling me that if I was going to be a girl, I had better get used to being foxy, and to making the guys, as hard as I could, because,. Leading them was Esta, and into the fray they dashed, their swords flashing in the bonfire light. Somehow the girls had also worked out how to safely use the flour trick that Scott had employed in the Pass of Brander because suddenly a cloud of flame flared up into the air, vividly and dramatically illuminating the 'battle' that was underway.The crowd was now cheering for St Andrew and Gabrain as Esta and her girls laid about them left and right, driving a wedge through the High King's men to. " I heard the door close behind her and now I was left alone.I stood up and walked over to the vanity mirror. I was a hot mess!The mere sight of my state caused my cock to stir in my panties. Irealized that the front satin panels of both my garter belt and the thongwere completely soaked with pre-cum. I also realized how badly I wantedto cum.I didn't want to take the time needed to inflate the Rocker Ball, so Ijust grabbed my large dildo and my lube from the bedroom and went back tothe. One fine morning I was driving my Hum-Vee down a road in Kuwait, when, like a dumb ass, I ran over an Iraqi pothole. A goddamn motherfripin’ land mine. Now, my injuries didn’t look too bad at first and even now you can hardly see the two-inch scar on my right hip that remains as a reminder but from my bellybutton to my knees I only have about five percent feeling. What does that mean you ask? Well, the most obvious is that even though I can get hard, my dick is impervious to stimuli. Nope can’t.