And that is what she does. She heads for the exit, trampling over falling boards and shelving pieces, through broken racks and hanging wires. When she...reaches the door, she looks up. It is an unconscious thought, but when she does she sees the little brass bell still hanging above it, and she finds comfort that there is at least one thing consistent. But when she pulls on the door, it doesn’t budge. She pulls again and again, but it doesn’t move.“Son of a bitch!” she shouts.Veronica is. It was close to christmas and my parents decided to have a fancy dress house party, people had to dress in seasonal costumes. As the guests arrived all types of costumes where there from snowman to not so little elves to santa's help[ers anf of cause santa him self.My parents dressed in great costumes mum was a sexy santa helper and dad as The grinch. The party was swinging booze and food aplenty, I got chatting to a couple of identical sisters 4 doors down from us they where hot and I don't. 'Aren't they pretty? I used nice silicon implants and they suit your nice slim figure. Don't you think?' I looked at the breasts and saw also that my body that had been shaved of hair. I couldn't understand why she was doing all this to me. I was weak so very weak and I started to cry. I never cry, it's not manly but I cried the tears of the weak and oppressed. I sobbed at the injustice of being turned into this woman's plaything and not having any control over my body. I was still chained by. Her glorious tanned body glistened in the sun and her white bikini, while being more modest than many he’d seen, seemed only to draw his attention all the more to her delicious curves.Damn he was horny!Reluctantly he got to his feet and brushed the sand off. No chance of losing his erection if he stayed here.Hurrying down the beach towards the water he raised a few smiles from an older couple, and some giggling from a group of girls who noticed his rather obvious condition. His cock strained.