-fin-\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\(my comic I made for...this. Bethany gasped at the oxygen from the tanks, swaying in the water like some exotic under sea plant or animal, her hair streaming out like the fronds of an auburn sea anemone. She saw the diver returning but her relief turned to dismay as she saw he was carrying a weighted net.He dropped the net over her, gathered the net as the weights fell to the sea bed and then with Bethany helplessly enmeshed, cut the strap that held Bethany down. The weights on the net were sufficient to keep her below the. I watched on bemused, expecting Sandra to demonstrate some kind of physical metaphor. "Now!" declared Sandra forcefully grabbing the rope of my bound hands. It was now I realised I had sleepwalked into a trap, as I was helpless. Anxiety hit me far too late, and I tried to pull away until Sandra's other hand shot under the table and grabbed me solidly by the balls.I jerked up in my seat as I cried out, only to be quickly pulled into place over the table by my tethered hands and balls."Quiet!". At that point they made me look at myself in the mirror . i was a women….no.a foxy women.. i mean id do her type women. well they didnt let me look to long( i could have looked all day while jacking off )anyway they lead me down stairs to the front door . i stopped in my tracks. i had never been out side looking like this . where were they taking me. well they shoved me out the door and into a waiting limo. we drove for a while and finally came to a club and the music was pumping. my wife.