He’s never lost a match because of this ‘pretzel’ hold he has. Whatever you do, do not let him get you in that hold! If he does, you’re finish...d.”Ole nodded in acknowledgment.As the match started, Ole and the Russian circled each other several times, looking for an opening. All of a sudden, the Russian lunged forward, grabbing Ole and wrapping him up in the dreaded pretzel hold. A sigh of disappointment arose from the crowd and the coach buried his face in his hands, for he knew all was lost. For a moment hewas confused where he was until his eyes found the framed clothes of theOracle. The same one he still wore himself. With it, he knew. It hadn'tbeen a dream. He was a girl now."You must be confused."The voice made him look around and he found the Oracle sitting at a smalltable. Sipping tea of all things."Come sit," she offered. "Have some tea and I explain everything."Hengki nodded. What else could he do? Standing up he decided to keep theblanket around him that he woke up with.. ? She reached around and stroked the front ofhis jeans and he turned in her arms, and laughed, shaking his index finger ather. ?Wait until I have a shower naughty girl, I?m all sweaty andsmelly.?? She pouted and said ?But I like the way you smell after youhave been working.? He laughed again and reached around to pinch some cold meatleft over from the makings for the sandwiches and popped it into hismouth.? The coffee was poured and theytook the plates to the table and sat down together, both. She knew who it was before she even took the phone out of her purse. She looked at the display and it read "Private call." She just wouldn't answer it. She would not play his sick games; she just would not take the call. But as the phone continued to beep she felt her pussy dampen and with a sharp little cry of what was probably despair she pushed the button and said:"Hello?" Good evening slut, are you ready?" Ready? Ready for what?" You know what you little cock-sucking whore. Go to the.