A pair of matchingrhinestone bracelets followed, and a thin, delicate, glittering tiara sheslipped into his hair, pinning it in place with a couple of...concealedbobby pins.Finally, with moist eyes and a proud smile, she held Leslie's dress forhim to step into. It was spectacular, with full, gauzy skirts falling tothe floor from the slender waist, the bodice darted and shaped to mold tothe torso. Spaghetti straps graced the shoulders, and the d?colletage wascut low enough to reveal traces of. I don't expect any resistance from the MPG troops that guard Whiting since we have a federal warrant, but I would expect resistance from any greenies that happen to see us leading her away. So keep a sharp eye out for that." How sure are you that the MPG troops won't resist?" one of the men asked at that point."The MPG are technically part of the WestHem armed services," Mitchell responded. "They won't be happy that we've come for her, but I seriously doubt that they would disregard a federal. You are going to do everything I ask. If you do you'll end up with my cock in your hole. That's what you really want isn't it?" “Please” was the only word I could find. There was no denying it in my mind. Not after I had gotten this far and finally relaxed with another man. He scooted his ass forward on the couch and lifted his knees to his belly. His left hand took its place on my head again. "Time to earn it faggot" he stated. He pulled my head into his hairy ass as hard and he could. My face. He finally opened his eyes just wide enough to find the remote and gave the television set a rest. He closed his eyes again, even though he knew that he would not sleep."What day is it?" he asked himself. What had he done yesterday? That would be a clue. Doctor's appointment! That was it. Today was Friday, his favorite day. It wasn't his favorite because it was the start of the weekend. Workdays, holidays, weekdays, weekends all were the same. Friday was special. "Every man needs something.