So about 10 minutes pass by dick semi-hard and I am in one of the fitting room stalls with just my shirt and boxer briefs on about to try on a second ...air of jeans, when the door opens. It’s the same femboy I had been checking out earlier. He takes a long hard stare at my junk, smiles and then apologizes for barging in on me. I don’t know what possessed me to say this but jokingly I said you can come in if you want. I didn’t really expect him to come in so when he entered and closed the door. I could never find any cutting instruments so I just let it go.Finally one morning Mistress stopped by and asked, "Ready for stage 3?"I still hadn't found any escape routes, so I knew I had to keep playingalong."Yes Mistress. I'm ready." I smiled at her. It still felt ridiculous tosmile with these cushions on my mouth.Mistress led me to the hair and nails salon. She handed the girl at thefront desk, who's name appeared to be Stacy on her nametag, a clipboardwith what appeared to be a checklist,. Iheard her moans muffled by my cock which was deep downher throat. She was doing it still very slow and notvery hard which was good because Sven was doing quitethe opposite, so if she had been faster, too, Iwouldn’t have been able to keep myself from cummingbefore long. But as it was it was just perfect. No, Ihave to correct myself. It became perfect just at themoment when she started to piss again. I pulled up herpussy-lips a bit so that the stream of piss was goingstraight up. First I. The combination of western expansion under the motivation of “manifest destiny” and the crippling loss of their food supply by decimation of the vast herds of buffalo drove the Native Americans from the plains without the need for unnecessary bloodshed. It was bitter and it was an honor-robbing process that that built in the lust for revenge about to come down on General George Armstrong Custer’s golden locks.For the past six months, the forces sent west to insure order and protect the settlers.