Ki avaj ane lagi rum me.Usne mera top nikal diya or bara pese boobs ko nichod ke dabane laga or fir muhme leke chuchi ko chusne laga me uske bal pakad...ke usko boobs me dabane lagi me to satve asman pe thi mera pahela anubhav tha so me puri gili ho gay thi usne apana sirt b nikal diya or pent nikal ke undwer pe mene dekha lund pura tana huva tha usne usko bahar nikala jo 7 inch ka to hoga ek dum road ki tarh tha or usne mere hatho me dediya me use dekhne lagiTo usne muje hila ne ka isara kiya to. "Where am I?" he asked, opening the door, and stepping into the unknownparking lot. The realization struck him; he was standing on his tippytoes. As he looked down to see if Earth had spun out from under him, hiseyes were greeted by the sight of white vinyl Go Go boots, whichsheathed his legs from his feet to the bottom of his knee. Even morestartling was the sleeveless, pink and white mini dress. It clungtightly to the curves he didn't remember having when he sat down for ahaircut. "Goddammit. After two hours they just might feed me lunch. Fingers crossed maybe after lunch I can mess around some more for a little extra money.”“Good luck sis. Call me when you arrive.”“Sure. Gotta go. Bye.”As always I arrived a little early. I only waited at the bus stop for 5 minutes before Mel drove up in a tan Mercedes-Benz convertible. That is one NICE ride!“I’m Mel Brand. Miss Z, I presume?”I put my bag in the all but nonexistent space behind my seat and buckled up. I totally enjoyed the feeling. They didn't want to just wreck the transporter because they had to assume that it could eventually be repaired. They wanted to return it to TWT so that they could be sure that it would never again be used for criminal purposes. They hoped that business records would help them to identify the criminals they didn't catch the day of the raid and identify the customers so that they could be publicly embarrassed.Finally, the day of the raid arrived. They donned the latest in body armor, since the.