I take my time putting on my sexy stockings, thong, wig, lipstick etc and enjoy every second transforming into an incredible hottie. Anyway, I get the...e and walking to his room I almost chickened out too, but I get to his room and the room was really nice, spacious, and had an awesome bed. We chatted about me being a beginner, what we both liked and so on until he told me how beautiful I looked. I was so nervous until he leaned in and kissed me. I actually never kissed a guy before. Feeling him. “How about one of you set the pace, and I will match your pace. I don’t know how fast I can run a ten-K because I don’t time myself, I just run. Most times, I won’t even pay attention to the distance. I use running to clear my head,” I explained. “When you see what I mean, you will also know why I can’t, exactly, go compete.”One of the boys commented, “Todd and I will do it. I know that if Terry sets the pace, we won’t make it two miles before we are exhausted.”So off we went. I didn’t tell the. Get on the bed, Max."I got on the bed slowly. I wasn't sure I liked this but Aunt Marti seemed to know what she was doing.The cloth handcuffs was a simple strip of cloth with Velcro on the ends. Aunt Marti wrapped one of my wrists with one end of the cloth."Is that too tight?" No, it's fine."Aunt Marti pulled both of my arms over my head and looped the loose end of the cloth around one of the bars on the headboard. She then wrapped my other wrist with the free end of the cloth. Both of my hands. The body tumbles to the ground, the severed hand still clutching the knife, the face frozen in creases of anger. Cypress wipes the blade quickly with a cloth before returning it to his staff. He turns to the other men. ‘Anyone else?’ The others don’t look at each other – they look at the ground, they look down – they look within and reflect. ‘Remember when Cypress blew up your squad car?’ one of the snipers asks. ‘That was you?’ someone says. ‘That fuckin’ squad car or yours was driving us.