However I did not know she would take pics! YUP there I was, clad in a lovely bra filled with falsies, black panties an slip and heels.Mistress Carol ...eemed quite loving. Are you liking this? want to do this more often? all sorts of things she is asking me as she stuffs my cock into her heels, jerks me off a minute or so takes it out of her heel and rubs my balls with her heels and then, and then, AND THEN!The phone rings."Be right back."And I thought she would but going by the clock on the wll. Synopsis: An all-girl criminal gang is captured and sentenced to appear on an unusual television gameshow where the losers are bimbified little by little. Note- This story can stand by itself, but it makes more sense if you read ‘Crime: Night at the Museum’ Round 1 ‘Steven, tomorrow is the show. You have got to get the appeal pushed through!’ I said. Steven sighed. I was hoping for a more positive response from our lawyer, but apparently that wasn’t to be. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ve already pushed. I had to almost carry Judy back to our seats since her legs suddenly became as weak as if they were made of rubber.Sitting in the stands she held her hand out and tried to stare a hole right through the ring. I had to suffer (?) a bunch more kisses from her and pats on the back from everyone around us. Like I said I don't remember anything about the game. After the game ended the cheerleaders came back to our seats to congratulate us and wish us well. I recognized a couple of them as having. Mmfff... mmff... keep me anywhere... but. mmmfff... but not on this a-awful ship...”Quentin made no comment about Julia altering her posture without permission. It was simply Heaven to have her down there, kissing his feet and begging so frantically. He just let her go on doing it. It seemed impossible this was the same Julia Chant he had once known.“Cruising the Pacific doesn’t take your fancy then, Julia?” he remarked with heavy irony.Julia raised a tear-stained face. “Master... I b-beseech.