Not that it was worn well. A green patch of cloth protruded where a pocket would be ... if I was wearing it. If I was wearing that the first impressio... would be a shopkeeper carrying a bag of ... something?Behind the first ... thing ... came several more. Each one was alike but different ... like cousins.“G’day mate,” it said ... In perfect Australian English.Jim couldn’t help it, “Day-ee.” He greeted the thing. It’s the polite thing to do.“This gets in our way,” He dropped the bag at Jim’s. Panicked, Jarred made a move to run but the Arian officer was faster.? He pressed his uniformed body against him and hooked one arm around Jarred's neck while his other hand tugged the boxers down past Jarred's ass. Jarred felt the Arian's hot chest against his back, expanding and contracting through the standard-issue shirt. He struggled silently but the Arian tightened his choke hold in response."Hands against the wall. Don't move."Jarred resumed the prone position. The Arian took a. But not just any original copy. The title jumps out at you in bold violet lettering—THE TRAP OF THE TRICKSTER.What. The. Fuck. Is this a dream? How in the world does this lady have a copy of the rarest of all gamebooks, and how did you not see it before? The Trap of the Trickster was an internet legend akin to Polybius. Rumors were that several of the endings were considered too sexual in nature. Parents complained. The entire printing run was burned except for a few copies thought to be lost. Your cock abuses my butthole even more than the first time, and its only worst as my asshole tightens like it’s trying to push out the invader, but the invader has no mercy. My legs shake as in my softest girly voice I whisper, “Take it out daddy, no more, please” “This is part of your training your fat ass slut so shut the fuck up bitch!” My pleas do nothing to save my poor asshole. In a moment of desperation, I try to push you off me, but I am no match for your power. You own my sissy cunt.