As if the accordion was my built in shield with something that my four brothers routinely did, always grabbing at me, touching me, and pawing me, men ...ouldn’t grope me and feel my tits while I played my accordion. I was safe so long as I had that big box strapped to my chest. A neat little, full range instrument, that can be put away, stored back in its case, and placed standing up in a corner of the room when not in use, accordions are the perfect musical instrument. The bottom line is whether. Like the old Mad Magazine comic: Spy vs Spy. "You have one of those things that could turn off key logging?" Well, not exactly," he replied. "I don't really know how to do that, but I know they're out there. I have a traveling keyboard that you plug in to USB and it will bypass the normal keyboard routines – goes straight to the BIOS, I think. Personally, I don't have much use for it." So, I could use it for a while?" Yeah. I'll get it for you. It's here at my apartment -- somewhere. You know. Ranma picked Ukyo's body up and carried her to the butcher table and placed her on it on her stomach, reading from Ukyo's instruction he pulled the chain that hung over the table down until it was at the right height and then he took the hooks from the chain and pierced one through each of her ankle's once that was done he bound both of her wrist's behind her back tying the rope to the eye of an anal hook he placed this hood into her anus effectively keeping her arms in place so they will not. So this is a fictional story of what i wished had happened with her. Tracey was in her early 40's and started working as a receptionist with us when i was in my mid 20's. She had nice blonde hair not quite shoulder length and had a nice figure. She would sometimes wear skirts and tights although the skirts were sometimes kneed length or longer and other times she'd wear trousers but i'd always notice even with trousers i would look down at her feet and see she was wearing tights with flat.