I was a lot less aroused now, so swellingwas no longer an issue. This is ridiculous! Move on...I pulled on a cute pair of cheeky panties that were b...th tight fittingand rode high enough in the front to keep things semi under control.Well, as best as can be expected. I grabbed a pair of loose fittingrunners shorts to finish up my 'comfort' look. They didn't hideeverything going on down there exactly, but at least it was better thansuffering an immobilized penis in the gaff - which was your. My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked: “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouches” my son,” the father replied “You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.”“So tell me then...” added the boy.“Yes, my son?”“Why are you living in Minnesota and still wearing all this shit?”When you’re seventy, ... who cares?I was standing at the bar. We tried calling the bar's number, but there was no answer. I have a sniper and spotter on standby, but haven't deployed them as the bar's windows are too filthy to see through. Every man I have available from Zone Two is here, though we still have a few off covering for the, uh, losses in Zone Four."Tom replied, "You've done a good job, officer. Could you do me a favor and secure and cordon off an additional block in each direction? We really don't want the press to be able to get any good. You still have to be correct in identifying them every time they take your mouth. Do you understand my little slut?” I was glad there was a blindfold over my eyes as they widened as I listened to her words. I nodded my head saying “Yes Mistress” loudly enough for her friends to hear. “Good slut” she chuckled. “Now for the rules. For every cock that you don’t identify correctly you spend more time in your cage with no chance of cumming. If you only miss 10% of the cocks that you suck every wrong.