For lunch, we have room service. As we are finishing up our meal, the phone rings. I answer it, “Hello?”“Trent, It’s Jason.”“What’s your...answer?”“We’re in. So, what is the plan for the guns?”“Not over the phone.” Meet me at Humpty’s for supper.”“6”“Works for me.”“See you then.”“Bye.”I hang up and tell Gun, “It looks like we have our patsy. We will all need to go for supper at 6. I will need one of you in the restaurant with me and the other taking pictures. I need his face, his vehicle and. If youdo not like forced stories in which some pain is administered do not sendnegative commentary. Permission is granted to down load for personalpleasure. Down loads for any other purpose or for putting on pay sites isstrictly forbidden.Forced to be a Sissy IIIJacob stood before Mz. Nelson with his hands clasped firmly behind hisback. His chin was held upward by her pudgy left hand as she stared intohis eyes. "Well, I really do like the new look Miss Matilda. Thatprecious hummingbird tattoo. I am faithful, chastised, and enjoy serving my wife and some of her lovers in every way. She fucks whoever she wants with my consent, and although she does enjoy the odd one-off, usually sticks to her stable of regular studs.Which is how I came to be in my present situation - I am sitting on a padded red leather chair in the corner of our marital bedroom, my perfectly shaved legs bound by leather ankle-binders to the chair legs. My feet are encased in tight-fitting black-leather ballet boots,. Most of the security guys say, they don't mind spending a few nights in lockup, if it keeps their friends safe. Besides for the most part even thugs have grandmas." Not a lot worth stealing, and not much call for crack in here I would think?" Exactly, worst thing here are the resident drunks and we help them to their rooms and take their car keys." Sounds like a place I wouldn't mind living." You most likely have too much money in the bank. You pretty much have to have nothing to live here.".