“I mean, watching you take it up the ass is hot. I’m just saying.” “Don’t,” Dyl was getting pissed at me, then, obviously, for siding with...Scott, so I let it go. “I won’t post it,” Scott announced. “I won’t ever post it and I’ll distribute only to you guys. How’s that sound?” Dyl ran his fingers over the top of his head, looking tense, and he shot me a questioning look. I shrugged, because it was all okay with me, either way. I was an education major, and I can’t have porn featuring me on the. We went tothe basement where I checked the memory transfer machine. It had notbeen turned on since that fateful morning a few weeks ago when Carol andI had accidentally swapped bodies.Barbara opened her bag and pulled out two sets of hand cuffs, two setsof ankle cuffs and a red ball gag. She asked which chair would be bestfor her to sit in. I told her and she attached the hand and ankle cuffsto the chair. I was just about to ask what she was doing when the doorbell rang.She said she would wait. Jack suddenly found he had a reputation as a giant killer.He had beaten classy fighters like Denys Oleksander, Reece Maxen, Dan Sweeney, Herman Meino and Patrick Hugo. Jack Finnegan finally found himself as the number one contender in the WBC & IBF rankings.Only one obstacle remained and that was Ricardo Fermin, pound for pound one of the best fighters in the world. David Angelo was convinced Jack had the tools to upset the Champion. Scott and Eve Rankin had been regularly coming to America and. She gets cranky when I wake her up before she's ready. Beating off is always a possibility. The minutes dragged on. I know they dragged because I was staring at the clock, waiting and watching for the numbers to change. It took forever.The dark was like a cloud, no, a shroud, about us. We both liked our bedroom as dark as possible to sleep. The honeycomb shades did the trick. In fact, it was practically dark enough to load film canisters, if I was still developing my own film. I'd stopped that.