The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies' ...or a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the other rings, you win that prize. All the money goes to benefit the local animal shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!" Ok, gimmee three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin'.. I was sixteen when the war started and ready to leave. My master suggested helping the army so I went to see one of the recruiters. Before I knew it I and my few creations were packed up and headed to the southern border close to the sea.When I climbed out of the Drake the crew chief helped me unload the floating sled. On it was a duffle and three crates. I smiled as I caught the leash, "thanks."I looked around as I walked towards the few buildings. On the west side two companies of combat. The child prodigy he was compared to growing up. Howe’s medium was not the piano, the harpsichord, the violin, or the flute. His was the guitar. He composed his first song at four, gave his first concert at eight, and by 10, was touring worldwide. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt, they would berate him, telling him that Mozart was self-assure, he never second thought his own. "Should I put my heels on?", she asked, and before I could reply, she stepped into them. "I think I will have you cum on my heels sometime soon, too," she said, "Would you like that?" I nodded, and she said, "Your fetishes are very sensual and things I have never before experienced...I must wear some of my girdles for you, too." She glanced at the bedside clock, and lifted her breasts with both hands. I looked at that sight, how her thighs looked with the stockings over them, and the round.