He checked the clock and was dismayed to see it read only 9:30am. After debating for a few minutes whether to leave or stay, he impatiently grabbed hi... coat and dashed off to the arena. As he sat in the lounge reserved for family and friends of the competitors, drinking the second of what would be at least five or six coffees before the start of the match, someone very familiar took a seat across from him. ‘Sandra?’ ‘Hi Brad.’ ‘Hi, yourself.’ ‘I must really be out of it’, he thought. He didn’t. ??But but?? he begins to stammer out.?But nothin fuck face! Butt this!? she turns round suddenly and plants her ass right on his face. She grunts and squeezes and finally comes up with a nice long slow fart, right in his open nostrils.She laughs wickedly at this ?Take it you little piece of shit! Sniff in my farts!He chokes and gasps, and tries to pull his head away! She forces herself down onto his face and farts again. He is crying out and gagging??Achhh, pleaz?nooo!?She has NEVER done this. They were all made of the silky material and the colors were white, pink, red, black and purple.Now there was only thing left to do…look inside Kim’s panty drawer. He had never done this before, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He crept over to her dresser and started opening drawers. Finally on his third try, he hit jackpot! It was her panty drawer and it was filled with sexy PANTIES!!! He ran his hands all over the panties and caressed them like it was her ass. As he began to pull a pair. Mel wandered what she was doing, and went back to jerking on her wrist so that soon the skin around it was chafed and raw. She turned back and saw a miracle. The heavy iron key-ring was lifting into the air and floating slowly towards Chesna’s hand. Her face was locked in concentration, and she was sweating with the strain.Finally, she took them in her hand. ?Got it! Are you ready, Mel???Ready???I can’t reach the locks on my wrists. My telekinesis isn’t good enough to do such a fiddly job. You.