"Bloody hell, Portia, what are these?" demanded Giles.With that, Portia took one step towards Giles, grabbed him by the wrists,shook him and hissed in...his face: "They're your clothes, dearest Giles,and yours alone. I ought to make you try them on but they're too big foryou - for now!"Without Portia's heels, Giles was now no taller than Portia in herfashionable flats. More importantly, he had neither the strength nor,strangely, the will to fight back. Just as suddenly, Portia lightened up"Oh,. Sierra was grabbed by six angry and jelous girls and carried kicking and screaming over to a pool table. She was thrown down on it and had the wind knocked out of her.A line up of horny drunk men formed immediately. They paid the nasty bitch $100 each to have their way with Sierra.Sierra was pinned down by men on the pool table. A crowd gathered to watch and cheer.Men knelt around her stroking their beer enraged cocks. Sierras tanned lean legs hung off the edge of the table. First her shirt. Uski zaban mere laude ko ache se chat rahi thi. Wo Lund ko tan kar Kutub Minar bana chuki thi. Mai bhi neeche letkar uske Bur ke andar-bahar zaban ko dal raha tha jisse usko bahut such mil raha tha. Maine ek ungli uski Gand me dal di aur usko dugna maza diya.Wo boli tumhara rocket taiyar hai to mujhe jaldi se sair karva do nahin to koi a jayega. Maine kaha-jaldi se Lund par baith jao rani, yeh tumko Jannat ki sair kara layega. Wo mere Lund par apni Chut phaila kar baith gaye. Uski geeli Chut me. I had a skull and crossbones bandana wrapped around my head, which supported mirrored sunglasses. A scraggy beard matched the dark splotches on my oil splattered torn jeans. Add in my 6 foot,4 inch frame's not so insignificant belly, which a leather vest and dirty Harley Davidson Tee shirt did not do a good job of hiding, and I looked like the stereotypical biker.However looks can be deceiving, as I was a complete poser. Not only could I barely ride a tricycle, I had trouble with any car not.