“How did the kidnappers get past the secret service?” Sam asks, frowning.“That is something we don’t know,” the director answers as her moti...ns them along to his office. “Either we’re not privy to that, whether to embarrassment or something else, or they have no idea themselves.”Roger leads them into his office where a young agent is already sitting and waiting. “This is Geoffrey Adams,” Roger starts to explain, taking a seat at his desk. “He is going to help you. Right now we are keeping this. You place a pin on my left nipple as well and the pain shoots quickly through my tit. ?Open your eyes and look at your tits slut.? I obey and stare at my nipples clutched tightly between the pins. ?How do they feel little one?? You ask. ?They hurt Master?. ?Good, now I want You to kneel beside that bench.? I quickly cross the room, feeling the pins on my tits bounce up and down with each step, feeling the pain increase with every second the pins are in place. I kneel beside the bench, my. You encourage all the little things like the looks and the secret smiles, the little phrases that mean the most to just the two of you. At anytime you could have said ‘no’ but you chose not to. When he asked you out you could have said no. When he kissed you, you could have said no, when he fucked you, you could have said no. Don’t give me this bullshit about not meaning for it to happen. It doesn’t happen unless you let it. And you actively let it happen. Am I that poor a boyfriend that you. Tanner wondered why they were referring to him with female pronouns.Looking down, he saw his tracksuit replaced with that of a cheerleadershell and skirt. Tits protruded out from his chest and 6-inch mary janeheels were strapped onto his feet. He didn't know how this happened buthe figured the football players misplaced him as a girl lost in the men'slocker room."Guys, it's not what you think," he offered. "I'm not some chick. I'mactually Tanner." Oh, we know that," Darryl retorted. "You.