The Scorned Women hadn'twanted the corset to give me a 'nice' shape - they wantedme to have the kind of hourglass figure that most men droolover. I wa... going to have to do some serious tightening ofthe cords, if I was going to fit into that tiny littleskirt.I tried drawing the cords tighter in the same way as I haddone previously, with my arms behind my back, but Icouldn't get any real leverage to give the cords the kindof pull they needed. I cast my eye around the room forsomething to. Againcoughing sounds was heard from inside the hood. The doctor approached the bodyand took out his stethoscope and waited. 10 minutes later he unzipthe woman?s suit and listened. ?She is not deceased yet. I will give her a fewminutes more.? Two minutes later a flow of urine began to appear below thewoman. The doctor checked her once more. ?Now she is finished.? Ann felt her body being pulled up bythe harness. When she was on back in the room above the hatch, it was closedbelow her. The guard. .as i grip the girthy root of your cockmy lips slide all the way on2 your shaft& my mouth engulfs your entire tool...as i feel your glans enter my throatu suddenly pull yourself away from me& push me on2 my back on the tableas u slide your body down beside meuntil your crotch is right below my ass& u are lying on your side beside me...as i twist my upper body away from uyour hand presses my knee 2 my chest& i feel your slippery cock-head probing as it searches 4 my tight anal opening...i push. When Mr. Pritchard stubbornly refused the duel was on. I said goodnight to all present taking time to give special thanks to Major Becker and then left heading for a nearby inn. As I was walking I kept a telepathic eye on the impulsive Mr. Pritchard in an attempt to be forewarned of any cowardly plot he might concoct. Before I went to sleep I used my considerable telepathic skills to prevent him from conceiving of any such treachery.The buffoon had the gall to have a message sent to me at the.