There was then a strange sensation, my hands began to feel tight; the shiny plastic gripping them ever tighter. Fuck, my hands were being shrink-wrap...ed. I let out muffled screams as I tried to thrash about, of course to no avail. I was weak and my bondage was never going to be broken my feeble efforts.I began to cry. I could blink again and I was crying. The heating covers were removed and my hands had become shrunk wrapped lumps of plastic. “Don’t worry shitfuck, you’ll be having the most. I mean... I don't want to stay like a weak and fragiledancer! I can't fight anymore!" You're not a dancer, Blonk, you're a bard," Vaneza pointed at theplace where Blonk's sword had fallen. In its place an elegant fluterested on the floor."Is that my sword? Damnation! I don't want to be a weak bard! They'rea bunch of cowards and a nuisance on the battlefield!" I agree with you," added Vaneza looking at her new body. A glint ofjealousy could be spotted in her eyes. "I will try to dispel. And it'd be the Capitol cops, with no training in maintaining chains of evidence, keeping things away from witnesses and so on. Would a Capitol guard—that's all they really were, guards—be ready to refuse a big Senator who demanded to see it? Especially at the request of an accused assassin who'd already shot the Senator's top assistant? So once that recording left my hands..."Turn around," I snarled at the Senator, menacingly waggling my bulletless gun at him. The second he did, hands still. Immediately I bended in the left boob and started sucking..From one side my rod is penetrating deeply in the aunty cunt and at the same time she is feeding her sweet milk . Really it’s a fantastic experience. She is shouting.. Fuck darling fuck. Today you must tear my cunt to half yes speed move faster she encouraging like any thing. In excitement she is asking darling what you are doing. In reply” I am fucking my aunty” laughed and she even used filthy language in reply to my words .’ I was.