"Goahead."I closed the door, took off my boy pants, and tried on the girls'slacks. Not a bad fit I thought as I looked over my shoulder at themirror. ...ow what - model them for Ann-Marie? I decided to change backand just say that they fit. Ann-Marie and her mom were lookeddisappointed when I reappeared with the slacks over my arm and startedto put them back on the rack"If they fit I will buy them for you, my treat."What could I say? I handed them to her and hoped that would be the endof it.. Men often get a more severe whipping and harder work but only a six month sentence. Their governments protested but it made no difference, Comara is well enough off not to worry about threats of sanctions and no country is going to risk this escalating into a major incident over one girl. Human rights activists keep knocking the country but they don’t get very far.”“Can’t you do anything to get me off?”“No, sorry, in all previous cases we’ve tried but the king is adamant that we do nothing to. " Paul said, putting a smile on his mother's face. "Why don't you come in for a minute and I can see if I can help you?" "I guess." "Would you like something to drink?" Paul asked. "Soda, bottled water, milk or orange juice?" "Please don't bother." He said. "I really have to get back to watch the movers put things away." "It's no bother at all," Paul grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. "You just said you don't have anything in the fridge until your mother goes shopping. Why don't you sit. He grinned at her, but the only emotion that reached his eyes was lust. The man slowly walked over, weaving his way through the beast. The girl watched, amazed, as the creatures bowed low to this strange man. He reached over and, grabbing one breast in each hand, passionately kissed her fully on the mouth. The girl tried to kick free, struggle away, but the vines just held her tighter. The man released her and stepped back, grinning down at her still hidden cunt. A simple click from this mans.