In the end, his efforts had delivered naught but bitter frustration.He wondered, however ... what if she had another outlet for her fierce will? Some ...ource to vent her ire upon?The beginnings of a plan started to form.The street rat. Jafar had not yet attempted it. He had no doubt the street rat’s will was too strong for the staff. Or so it would be were the staff held in Jafar’s hand.The princess, however... Yes, that filthy pretender of a street rat was helplessly smitten by the delightful. Now, thatguarantee had completely evaporated.But even that realisation and the accompanying dread weren't what keptJo sat stock still opposite her full length mirror. Nor was it thedisassociation between mind and body one might experience in such asituation - it was, in fact, the very lack of that sensation that hadpetrified her.Try as she might, for she knew logically she should, she found herselfunable to find her new body odd, unwelcoming or alien in the slightest.It was probably in the. I wasn't wearing any underwear so my erection was very visible. I darted to the gloryhole booths and shut the door behind me. I stripped sweat pants down and took them off immediately. My throbbing uncut cock was now erected from the smells, moans and screams of pleasure which filled the cinema. I sat down and slowly jerked my cock eagerly waiting for something to come through the gloryhole. Cum number 1:It wasn't long before I heard someone walk into the booth next to me. He pulled down his. A second fire team followed them.Chastity heard another blast from the shotgun. Her ears were ringing bythen. She grabbed her ax and followed the last fire team out of thetruck.Fire team three climbed to the top of the truck. They manned the bigfire nozzle up there. They lit the pilot light."Holy fuck!" She was ground zero, under a big-ass napalm cannon. Sheran away. She ran to the last place she'd seen the driver.He was on his back. Breathing. She could see the steam rise.Cookie was screaming.