I am 6 feet tall and my shoulders are larger than my hips. I mean I am well built, I am no Vin diesel but I have no problems wearing tight clothes and...I am very comfortable walking without any shirt anywhere, but it’s useless since I wear baggy clothes with way too large shirts of my favorite heavy metal bands. At work, it is different; I wear tight shirt that shows my tribal tattoo and biceps that are not bigger than my head, but well defined. I guess I am not that bad looking since tonight I. There was no way for my bodyto accept it. There was no retreating from it or hiding. Time looses all meaning.I could have been there an hour, day or week. My voice is raw from begging, from screaming… from pleading, "Godsyou promised release if only I would ask… you …"His laughter bounced off the rock walls of the cave… "Rangor's Seed promised you many things. The other Gods, well those promisesare between you and them cunt. Now if you are talking to me…" his voicewas full of amusement. "then. I excused myself, explaining that I had to make some phone calls. I headed for my office, wanting to check out the girls bodies. I slipped into my office and turned on the TV cameras in the dressing rooms. In a couple of minutes, Deb and Mary came in to one of the dressing rooms carrying small tote bags. They locked the door behind them and began to change into their suits.Deb pulled her polo shirt over her head, revealing her small, bra-less tits. Her dark nipples were erect, but covered with. Sophie had on a green bikini, it clung tightly to her milky white skin, her bright red hair fell softly on her shoulders. I always told her she looked like a porcelain doll.“Evan stop it!” Sophie giggled as she pushed him aside. She took the pool stick and bent over to make her shot.“Need any help?” Evan came up behind her, pressing himself against her ass and leaned over her.“I think I can do this,” she said hitting the ball. I could tell she had landed one on the pocket. “Told you,” she said.