. to kaya tum muj sa be dar rahi ho, nahi mai dar to nahi rahi agar dartee to asa tumhara bedroom mai tumhara pass sath bed par nahi hotee, oh or hum ...ansna laga or aik dossra ki eyes mai dakhna laga taqreeban 5 mintue ya chalta raha.maina kaha so u want with me or she was smiling. wait a second let me thing about your self, why is that i m not looking good, or i m week or some thing else, no i dont mean such like this, then what, i m not sure i dont think so what u want, sorry let forget this,. Fuck. No. I'm not going to throw up. No. Ituck my head down and breathe slowly. I am naked and I'm on a metal bunkof some kind, several feet off the ground.Breathe. Breathe. I press my hand against my hairy stomach and clenchthe little developing pot belly I have. The bench is cold against mynaked balls. I look up to find the sound from earlier and I see anotherguy on the other side of the room. Also naked. I look away as he pullshimself up to his feet. But not, of course, before my. Chapter Four -- WednesdayTom left for work at around six. I hoped that hewouldn't amputate any wrong limbs or anything thatday, but hey, even a doctor needs a "physical" now andthen from a friend.I lolled around catching up on my sissy sleep untilten, then hustled to get dressed and ready for myafternoon of volunteer work at Tom's hospital.I showered and did my hair. Then I did my makeup andput on two coats of red polish (silver is too CindyLauper for daytime). As I slid on my long, silky,fully. .”“Did you know there is no surveillance in this block, or in this shop?” Lisa asked brightly.“Wha... ?”“There we go, Aunt Tracy, time to get up, there’s a car right outside. Come on now,” Lisa helped her aunt to stand, and walked her out of the coffee shop. The barista in the back didn’t notice.Tracy awoke chained into a steel contraption that supported her upper chest and shoulders and stomach, but let her tits dangle below her. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but wasn’t causing her pain. She.