The keyholes have been filled with glue so removing them is not an easy job. He grips one of my tits and slowly injects saline fluid in to the end of...my nipple. The pain is unbelievable! After doing the same with the other one He puts nipple trainers on to stretch my tender flesh. Next He produces some thin flex which He winds around my tits as ligatures making them stand out.After that He wraps a strip of rubber around my ponytail. my asscunny twitches and i tremble with excitement – He. She saw me... I'm sure she saw me. I should have, right there and then, stopped this craziness, but no I couldn't do that.As I held my breath this angel of mine slowly stripped off her underwear, posing naked for a brief moment, and then she walked away. For a minuscule second, I swear I felt her eyes connect with mine. My mouth was dry and I felt like I had received a punch to my stomach robbing me of breath, and yes my dick was rock hard!From that day on it became our sinful game.As time went. )1) Our mantra was: You can make things foolproof, idiot proof, and stupid proof, however it is IMPOSSIBLE to make things student proof!This is from the days when computers occupied air-conditioned rooms and access was controlled by the priesthood called “operators”. It is known as “Kampe’s Law”;2)There is no feature of a machine, however pathological, which cannot be exploited by a programmer. (Which is still true today!)Say thanks to Allan B for this hilarious group... Here’s some moreThese. . I wonder if Diana has a thing for men named Robert? I'll have to ask her! Say, why don't you come by my table and say 'hello' to her when she takes a break?"Warren/Clark shook his head. "No ... I don't think so. I don't think she'd be happy to see me. Besides ... my friends are waiting for me at their table." He nodded to where Harold Green and Donald Price were sitting. "If you'll excuse me ... I need to go join them."OH, SHIT!!! WE'VE GOT OUR PROOF, TOM! Charles was as cool as a cucumber on.