I wasn’t sure if I could even bring any of it up, but my cock was hard as hell and full of encouragement. The first thing I noticed when I came thr...ugh the door was the smell of perfume. Not too much of it, just a hint, but it smelled good. She didn’t normally wear perfume. Then I saw Mandy sitting on the couch. “Wow,” I said. She was wearing a tight, tight blue dress--she couldn’t have been wearing a bra, or panties for that matter--and tall, matching blue stilettos. I had never seen her. The final straw was with Jim (who had just dumped me for a younger woman)this made me feel old! For gods sake I was only 48 and better looking thanusual for women of this age, so now I felt inadequate as a woman, angrythat men saw me as a bimbo and old also as each time a man had left me thewoman he left me for was taller than me so from loving being smalldelicate and feminine I started to resent it.However I was not sure that I wanted to be a man for the rest of my lifebut as I had done a lot. Madeline also went rigid with the extreme pain. "Are you going to be good girls from now on?" Marek walked over to the control panel. "Because if you put ONE step out of line again, you'll be back in these chairs again being publicly tortured until we get bored keeping you alive!" He rotated two dials together. Chloë and Madeline screamed in sheer terror as they bucked and thrashed wildly against their unyielding restraints. "Feel that heat inside your cunts and asses? Those probes are on the. Or tiny... or even one thing even. But Sandy was lying to her parents about the certain subject of her boyfriend, Clay. Her parents thought that the limit of their relationship was perpetually stuck at hand-holding in the halls and note-passing in class. How naïve they were, for Sandy and Clay engaged in more than just middle-school romance , which was fitting, you see, because they were well past that stage in more ways than one. Both were seniors in their high school, and their activities.