Emma didn’t move. Tyrone tugged her hair roughly and pulled her head up. “Didn’t you fucking hear me? Get. Your. Fat. Ass. Up. NOW.”Emma liste...ed this time, standing up with her head hanging low. She felt scared to look at him. He didn’t hesitate to slap her cheek. Tears formed in her eyes as her cheek stung.“Who told you to do all that you did?” He asked her.“W-what did I d-do…?” She asked him, shaking softly. “I-I’ve been a goo-” Smack! Another slap was given to her. Emma was really close to. "Did you really think you could hid a weapon in your pants?" One of the guards remarked before pulling down Mileena's tight leather pants. As he did, his eyes widened as he saw what was causing the bulge. Mileena's large cock stood at attention in front of the guard's face. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "I knew you were some kind of genetic freak, but this on a whole nother level." Why don't you take a closer look." Mileena grabbed the back of the guard's head and thrusted her cock into his. He knew that look – she was obviously up to something. ‘You a gambling man, BAWSTUN?’ she teased. ‘Depends on the wager’ he answered back to her. ‘Well, whoever’s team wins gets to call the shots for the rest of the night’ ‘Shay, baby, I don’t see how there could be a loser in this bet’ ‘Good then, we’re on.’ Ken leaned in to seal the bet with a kiss, but Shay immediately turned to watch the game, feigning interest in the action on the field and trying not to bust up laughing. Ken smiled to. She let out a softmoan. Her face flushed red and she quickly pulled her hand away whenshe realized what she was doing.She felt small and dainty as her shoes fell right off her feet. By thetime they arrived at Tommy's home her shirt sleeves hung over her handsher pants were too long, but didn't fall off because it barely hung ontoher wider ass. Where once was an eighteen-year-old boy there was now aneighteen-year-old girl."Well, were home Tommy," Matt said.Jack got out of the car and opening.