Although her attack on me was officially illegal I smiled at the absurd idea of complaining. I could imagine the reaction of the police. I was a good ...oot taller and probably double the weight of my assailant. Plus I actually agreed with her for protecting her son. My smile grew as I recalled the ferocity with which she'd defended her charge. I laughed out loud as I imagined explaining the situation to my male friends.At that moment I heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see the woman. I was going to charge my enemies, catching them by surprise, though I would be using pistols instead of a lance. If this worked, I would completely destroy the cohesion of the gang, and cast real doubt upon the sagacity of the gang leader. I also hoped that they would attack us in a disorganized manner, thereby letting us defeat them in one fell swoop.I managed to get within 100 feet of the gang without being spotted. I wish that I could attribute that feat to my great skill as a woodsman.. I can only hope and pray thatone day I will be permitted to play with two women. My mistress said thatI maybe permitted to participate however it would probably be two boytoys and her in the threesome. I received a text one day while still at work. I was to go to a specificaddress and ask for Bob. It turns out it was a tattoo shop. I don't haveany nor did I want any tattoos. As you guessed, I don't get to choosewhat I got. Bob gave me two tattoos. One was on my inner left ankle area.It was. "Men's size 6." I guess it's true what they say about size of feet. Small feet; small cocks!" She chuckled meanly. "Well even my shoes wouldn't fit you. Do you have shoes at your place?" Yes." I admitted. "I have about seven pairs of shoes." Grab that stuff and let's go over there." Cheryl commanded, referring to my purchases. When I went to gather my boy clothes, Cheryl said. "Leave those. You won't need them."Cheryl pulled me by the nipple clamp chain and led the way down the hallway to my.