Wereyou listening to the two of them blab on about cheerleading, and howcool it is to be UNC cheerleaders? It's like that's all they thinkabout. I don...t know if I'm still game for this man. I may have to sitthis one out," Keith said.James nodded. "Yeah man. You just gotta tune that shit out. I couldn'ttell you a damn thing they were talking about. I was too busy checkingout Stacey's awesome rack!" James exclaimed while smiling."Man yeah, I know. It's hard to block out that little high. About a dozen soldiers weredepicted assaulting a group of male nudes. In the center was a shortpowerfully built woman. She had a large boy slung over her shoulder,while she used her other hand to drag a weeping boy by his hair. In herfree hand she held a massive dildo. Her face showed a horriblecombination of lust and rage. There was a clear view of the face of theboy being carried on her shoulder. Stevie had never seen such a look ofcomplete terror. The other twenty or so boys were all being. I followed her in admiring the sway of her hips under her snug fitting denim skirt. Just as we were about to pass the front desk, she paused, saying she had to find a piece of paper from Saturday and pick up the fallen cigarettes. She picked them up and threw them under the desk. As she fished around, looking for the paper on a low shelf, her shirt billowed open again, revealing her deep and inviting cleavage. With her every movement her breasts swayed seductively. I noted the way they pressed. She was making little noises, "umf, umf," through her gag, and her eyes rolled. Tom brought a chair for her to stand on, which took the strain off her arms. "Good idea," said Carmen. He brought another, then arranged them about three apart, so that Betty had a choice. She could hang from her wrists, or she could stand, with one foot on each chair and her.