Dave felt flattered that Matt liked the t-shirt and pleased that now its message about briefs would be seen on another hot torso, not just his own. He...d also spotted that he and Matt were roughly the same build so the size should be o.k.As he went back outside Matt was just leaping the fence back into the garden, this time with a saddle bag. Dave handed him the t-shirt and Matt thanked him, checking that Dave really was happy to give it away. Then he went over to the table, took some things out. The time between story submissions may be a week or a year or two. My personal life comes first.SettingMy stories at this point will revolve around a fictional town that is basically the Truman show. Everyone is an actor. though every building will be real and filled with real people jobs and equipment. Attractive girls will be voted on and the “winner” will be kidnapped, planted in the town and given a false but plausible(eh’) story about why they have been moved to a new place far from anyone. Meekly we sit on the chairs in front of his desk while he glares at us with a murderous glint is his eyes. The silence is deafening as he glares at us. Finally he sits down and just lightly raps his palm with Old Hickory while he contemplates us. I am in agony as we sit there. Every breath causes my engorged and bruised nipples to send waves of pain and pleasure as they and rubbed by the fabric of my shirt. I feel wetness between my legs seeping from my pussy with each breath I take. Needing a. -Only where will we find a whip? Simo asked."And that works," Skeleton pulled the rope from the open space and cut it off with Psyhara's knife. Then he wrapped the end around his arm.Danny writhed like a dry fish, suffocating from the dirty briefs in his mouth. Simo guessed and told her he would remove them if he promised not to scream. Almost immediately, Psychara sat on her chest and touched the blade of his "butterfly" to her neck.-What's your name, African garbage like that? he asked with.