I notice he isn't wearing a ring of course this doesn't mean much but there is no tan line either. “Good evening, or should I say good early mornin...?” He speaks with a slight accent I can’t figure out just yet but I like it. He’s tall, about 6’2” and about 150 pounds with light brown almost dirty blonde hair. He has bright blue sea colored eyes. His build is nice he carries himself well. He has a bit of a five a clock shadow coming in. This to me probably means he keeps himself clean shaved.. Before, he could have got out of here, changed and been back to normal. But now, now they were doing something with him. His body. Now, his mind muddled, I will have tits. Like those fat men on the beach who once had pectoral muscles but let themselves slide. Now. Now, oh shit. He spun the wheel again. Goddess choice."That would be C cups. The following week, of course," Goddess Chanazene's smile was huge. "Look on the bright side, useless sissy. Surgery like this, takes almost a whole week to. Being accustomed to the lifestyle of swinging and experience as a dominatrix I’ve learned what I’m comfortable with (sexually) and what I liked that turned me on. My bisexual experiences with men and women created earlier in my life shaped the sexual creature I am today. Having a high sex drive compiled with risky behaviors practiced made me a little reckless at times, but I liked the danger and thrill of meeting random people for intimate encounters. My motto was the Four F’s: find em, feel. ‘What else can go wrong tonight?’ It was such a small thing, but losing that matchbook was the proverbial last straw for her that night, and she could feel tears begin to form as her frustration threatened to overwhelm her. So, when the cigarette that was now back in her hand was gently pulled from her fingers, Cassidy’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was no longer alone on the balcony. She turned quickly and watched as an unfamiliar man lit her cigarette and drew in, causing the.