.you can be my wife...wear a wedding dress on the beach. They are so fucked up over there; they won't bat an eyelid seeing you in a wedding dress! I c...n earn the money for us at work! You can be my dedicated housewife. What do you think? Do want to be my wife? No! Maybe you should just be my Bitch!? Oh God yeah...I think you should be my Bitch...get you a PVC maid's uniform so you can do the housework in it! I could hire you out!? Oh, fuck me...yes! Hire you out as a sissy maid! I like that. A thin second strap made of bungee cord material attached to the underside of the metal band nearest the cockhead, bisected the scrotum and returned thong-like to the back of the belt where it was secured with a third small combo lock. The contraption kept your cock pointed down and flaccid. It also had the effect of making it necessary to sit to piss and it meant that the tight pants we were required to wear would show a very large package. This would often cause a glance or two from unknowing. Then I start thinking hurry up and start talking so I can take notes!! Them he starts talking again. Now I'm scared. That is a scary coincidence. I start thinking to self maybe i controlled him? No that's not possible. Me being a curious teenage I think for carter to put his hand on my lap. Then he does. Oh god. I can control people's mind. I think for him to stop. And he does and he looks like he just remembered where he was or like he just woke up from a dream. I ask him if he's okay and he. “The only way I’m jumping through a window is if I can’t handle what you’re about to give me.”Luna led the way down a peach-toned, broad hallway decorated with several pictures of two older ladies – sometimes an older man – and her until hooking left and jogging towards a drawer. She folded her mouth – tongue peeking out a corner – and pulled it open before clawing out a long, girthy, black phallic object and waving it in front of her face.“You seem really sure that I’m actually gonna fuck you,.