Unfortunately there was a major problem. Tracy didn't want to go to Las Vegas. Tracy looked Brian in the eye. "I'm sorry," she said. "I wish I coul... help you. I know how much this means to you. But the fact is, I am in love. I'm getting married in a couple of months, and Las Vegas isn't in the cards for me." A few months ago, Brian had called an audience member up on stage to test and make sure that the chains he was tied up in were real. The volunteer was a man named David Stepstone. . When Michelle arrived Jason wanted to be able to just hop into the truck and go. As part of the equipment strapped to the outside of the transfer pod was a second bicycle for Michelle. This would allow her to ride along with him while exploring their destination.A few minutes after nine Michelle arrived, surprising Jason with her fairly prompt arrival, and parked her car. Michelle was wearing jeans, a button down shirt, hiking boots, and carried a small backpack as she exited her car, smiling. When I reached the back of the plane, she was in the galley. I glanced down nervously when she caught me looking at her and reached for the lavatory door."Cute panties," she said playfully.I froze with my hand on the door latch though my brain whirled. I could feel the heat of humiliation coursing through me as I realized that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail, leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly panties. My head turned toward her and. You should get her to show them to you the next time we pass a womens restroom.”“Would you, Sherry?”“Like I said, I love showing my titties. I don’t show them to other men, but Jerry loves them. Of course, I love showing my titties to beautiful women like you.”“DAMN! If I had titties like yours, I would show them too. I mean, not to everyone, but I would love to show my titties to you and Jerry. That is, if I had some to show - My bra is a padded bra - my titties aren’t really titties, they are.