She then wrapped acorset around my waist and forced my heavy, tortured breasts into thenettle lined cups as I struggled, pulling more of the venom int... mytortured flesh. Then the laces tightened, squeezing out my breath bitby bit, its tight embrace reminding me of her.The shoes came next,their towering 5inch heels giving me a strong charge. The innersolesthough, gave even me fear. They were impregnated with 50 or sothumbtacks each, ready to stab into my sensitive feet.My left foot was. She understood that Purple Princess was writing, and the shame flooded through her as the woman began to recite as she wrote.“I am a fuck slave, to be used as others see fit.” Then the other buttock. “My greedy cock holes need filling. It’s all I’m good for.”Fear ran through her. What if the words wouldn’t wash off? What would she do then? “Is there any of that you want to repeat out loud?” Her humiliation increased. Where was the camera? Was it showing Big Man the sentiments that Purple. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don't know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,"You'd better take your t-shirt off boy,it's really dusty in here and you don't want your mum to bawl at you"So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I'm doing all the graft and he's just sitting there. C.C.....Dan? How much theychanged. Did they change? They looked so cute, Brandon couldn'tremember. Did he change? He stood up and looked in the mirror...His perfect green eyes were on either side of his small, slightlyupturned nose and his plump, red cocksuckers were evergirls...guys...dream. His face was framed with golden tresses, whichfell upon the slopes of his perky breasts. Brandon frowned atthis. Something seemed wrong. He turned this way and that, running hissmall hands with the candy.