Women would walk up to him and feel his arm or rather his sleeveand then pull at his price tag and then feel him some more and move on. Onewoman picke... him up and went over to a mirror and held him against her asshe looked at the reflection. Lance did not like it, he could feel herbreasts pushing from behind causing his chest to be pushed out in the shapeof her breasts. Worst of all he was forced to watch it all in the mirror.She then returned him to the rack. Lance was relieved that she had. ’ ‘Yes, but why the fake accent?’ A true sense of shock showed on Abigail’s face before a slight smile appeared. ‘You are an intelligent young man and the first to catch on. How did you know?’ ‘I’ve studied linguistics. Behind your fake accent is an Irish one. Now tell me, what is your actual name?’ ‘Aislinn O’Connor. I knew your father when I was younger. For a short time, I went to school with one of his housekeepers children. When I went to play with her at the mansion, we were told to stay. * * *Trina's eyes opened to nothing but blackness. She felt around her body and realized she was in some sort of box, and she felt around for anything else in there. As her hands felt along her stomach, she realized that she was still naked and there was a small flashlight and a note on her. She fumbled around, unable to move very much, and still unable to speak, until she finally got to the note:Trina,You know those movies where the bad guy stupidly keeps the hero alive instead of killing them. Now before you get carried away wondering who I am, I am not a middle-aged woman in a loveless relationship, a nymphomaniac, or something like that, no I am a girl, under the age of consent, but in the body of a woman, desperate to fuck a man, I am in my cock hungry stage in life, and my pussy is gnawing at my panties to be poked.So bear with my immature ramblings, as I walk around trying to induce men to follow me like the Pied Piper, pull my panties down and slide inside my gaping hole, yes.