"I hurried even more now stripping quickly until all I wore was the pairof pants that I had grabbed from my drawer that morning."What are those...PANT...!!?"The user name filled in as I watched, 'MASTER' with a password of starsto follow opening up the site. I felt a terrible panic strickenhumiliation, no no don't I found myself whimpering out loud."Get them off, never let me see you wear them again."I obeyed in frightened reaction to his words and slipped my pants offonto the floor standing. A helicopter had arrived with a divan and all the trappings of a very ornate picnic. When she was naked she was brought into the middle of the clearing, and laid flat on the divan with one hand shackled to ensure she didn't escape. She then watched all of the hunters throwing off their own clothing until she was surrounded by a ring of nude men, though all she looked at was their erect pricks. These were of different shapes and sizes, but all had two things in common; they were circumcised, and. I was a tomboy and was neither accepted by many girls or welcome to play with the boys. I didn't really care. I had my own world and I knew when I grew up I'd find my own way and not become another sad wifey conforming to the sufficating suburban standards. I loved to draw and the female form was usually a favorite subject although I did sketch other things. I got my girlfriend Tess to pose for me. She was a chubby girl and an outsider like me and I had a crush on her. She had a soft, curvy. “Don’t move,” he said, before continuing in a thick London accent, “Tommy, check him to see if the fudge packer’s got dough.”After Tommy frisked me, also checking my arms and neck for jewellery, he replied, “Harry, the sausage jockey’s clean, his got fuck-all on him that we can nick.”“Christ, I was hoping that we could score a few pints off the chutney ferret tonight,” Tommy replied, somewhat irritated.“Me too, mate,” Harry agreed, totally miffed.“Well… Let’s at least get some compensation and.