I had managed to find a party about once every two weeks or so. They weren't costume parties, but the corset still works. I have found a variety of ou...fits that work with it. Usually, I wear tight jeans and a t-shirt, with the corset underneath. That way I can arrive a little earlier, and scope the situation before finding some lucky girl to drag off. I always pick a guy that's mostly drunk to keep me in control. Guys are pretty easy to fuck when their drunk, they have watermelon sized tits in. What do you see in your crystal ball for all this?" I'm not sure, Sam. The way the bosses all talk, the Marshal's Service is supposed to be autonomous. We're supposed to support the other agencies under the Department of Justice such as the FBI, DEA, and ATF. We aren't the only branch that isn't within Homeland's jurisdiction. Remember that NSA is under the Department of Defense. The Homeys don't like that and think we're constantly going against them when working on a mutual problem. I do know. Then I felt something I my arm I concentrated and then a tentacle came out of the divot. She was as surprised by this as I was. After a further examination she found 14 divots in all and of course a tentacle inside each one. They were all located near joints except the four from my back. The two in each arm would come out down if I was standing there and the rest would come out up. It seemed they differed in size as well the ones from my hips were the largest and longest about 8ft in length. Tom gasped, and then the hand on his rod clamped tight like a vise; his balls churned and he spasmed, but there was no escape route for the load of sperm trapped inside him."Fuck!" he screamed, struggling to get free. His cock pumped sluggishly and his balls were on fire, but Tom thought he could have pushed it through a brick wall. "Shit, Tammy, that hurts!"His sister continued to giggle. "You'll have a really big load now," she promised, wiping a sticky hand on herself. She lay back and.