It was called "Sock Her Balls Tournament" They had laughed uproariously as women who had to be in their mid twenties, but were acting the parts of Hig... School girls, pranced around on a soccer field, trying to kick a ball, while their fathers, who could only be five or six years older than the women, talked about how hard High School was for their daughters, and about how worried they were for their daughters' virtues. All the shots of the women playing "soccer" were of tits and butts and hair. Keep an eye out for me!" I winked, my lipstick messed up. It was too, the shiny covering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I needed to see the bloody traffic. I ran across the crosswalk, taking all my chances and soon I smelt the cheap formaldehyde in the nail salon when I first enter the shops. The tea shop is not far at all and I have a very good feeling that my dad's waiting for me.So he is.. She was wearing a deep green basque with black lace around the bodice and black lace panels inset down the front and back. Black garters with silver buckles were hooked to classic black silk seamed stockings and she was wearing the same extreme stiletto-heeled sandals as earlier. The cups on the bodice of the basque were cut so low that only the black lace edging was concealing her nipples, leaving about seventy-five percent of her gorgeous tits exposed.Wendy was wearing a white silk bustier. -Ja, ?s que si vols tornar vestida, el vestit que duguis te l?haur?s de guanyar. I sense m?s explicacions, doncs no les ha de donar, s?acomiada d?ella fins aquesta nit. I li recorda com ha d?estar atenta a quan ell li faci un senyal. El J?nos s?en va sabent que ja la deixat amb la condici? que ells volen. No sap encara que far? ni haur? de fer, simplement sap que l?entregaran a alg? perqu? l?usi a ella per satisfacci? sexual. I aix? ja l?excita, per? encara cala m?s en ella l?efecte en veure el.