She then went and wrote something down. Jennifer could hear the click of a ball-point pen twice. She had nearly stopped crying when the woman came and...detached Jennifer’s right wrist. She then swung Jennifer’s arm around and reattached it to another catch so that Jennifer had her back to the wall. ‘Good I see that you have learned not to complain. You have also seem to realize that you are not to look up unless specifically told to,’ the woman said, holding Jennifer’s face up so that she could. One thing forsure was that Heather Handjob's hands were the most beautiful, soft,girly hands that Pansy had ever seen. Each long nail was decorated withan elaborate and strangely hypnotic flower pattern.Heather looked into Pansy's eyes and started to stutter in a deep,southern, manly voice. It seemed like she hadn't talked in many years."S... S... Sissy f... f... faggots... SISSY FAGGOTS LIKE ME... I'M ASISSY FAGGOT!!!... need long, la... la... lovely nails... LONG NAILS...LONG PINK TALONS.... ”“How?”I made her remove her shirt and bra and started to suck those nice boobs of her. Right from the start, she moaned and wanted for more, as my tongue played with those tasty and pointy nipples she had. She called me ‘my ebony princess’ while I did that... and well, I liked it!After tasting those nipples, I went down to her pussy. I never had that kind of thing with a girl, as I said, but I guess my whole frustration and the need of experimenting talked louder and I found myself having her. To her there was nothing interesting in front of them, just some complicated looking machines.The equipment here is enough to completely disassemble a tractor or trailer, place the drugs they wanted to transport inside the hollow spaces and weld it all back together. No wonder they were able to operate under everybody's noses for so long. An eighteen wheeler loaded with beef cows could go anywhere and never be suspected." Well, that's all behind us now, we don't have to worry about anything.