"Aww, looks like our cute Kristin will be going without her arms for the remainder of the show. A good cunt doesn't need her arms anyway does she folk...?" The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles at this notion as the assistant pulled my arms behind my back, painfully strapping them together before locking the cruel black arm binder in place. As she tightened the straps it forced my posture to be straight, thrusting my perky little tits out and causing my bells to jingle."You look like you're in. She captivated me with her bewitching manner, a delightful blending of femininity and timidity. Any doubt I had had was at that moment answered. I did love her. Raising her chin I said, "Can you not see by looking into my eyes that I already love you, little flower?"Then she began to cry. Her body shaking with the sobbing.I took her into my arms and held her to me, "Never doubt that I love you my dear Treeya. Never doubt it." I told her tenderly, then I released her and added, "Now you keep a. Let me describe Lynn to you a little. She was five foot six with almost shoulder length blonde hair. Maybe because she was something of a late bloomer her mons were as hairless as the day she was born, though her chest did have small conical shaped breast, though they only stuck out an inch or so not even enough for a training bra. She could easily be mistaken for a well muscled but slim boy. That is, at least, until you looked at her face. Her face was quite feminine and she had eyelashes that. He was so horny for the little bitch that his cock was practically busting out of his pants. That piece of ass she'd given him at the drive-in the other night had made him hard up for her tight pussy ever since. His shore leave was almost over, but if it had meant going AWOL he'd have told the damned Navy to go to hell for another chance at getting into those hot, young pants.Now, though, it was working out great. When he'd called his cousin Millie, the little cunt told him to make it right.