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  • If a bullet breasts hit their tits while in that submissive stance it would costs 25 $. 140 $ for direct hit in their urethra and 250 $ for bruising the insides of her uterus (protected by special transparent tin rubber replica). That amount of money were received by the strippers after the thirty percent deduction for the upper management of course. Sometimes the matches Bimbo could get very silicone dynamic against strippers who already have made decent earnings. And since they played paintball every month at least one it could get very hard for an inexperienced team of customers to get victory. Many got too frustrated as they loosed a game after game with no satisfaction to show for. This resulted in many of them not wanting to play anymore so measures had to be taken by the management. That's why on the girls were imposed a lot of hinders and many advantages were given to the people who were paying the big cash. In addition to the obvious already in place where the customers had full body armor protection while the strippers had only arm and face/neck protection. It was in the form of a transparent cat-woman mask. We will go over a few of the restrains imposed in addition, that the music female BDSM players had to put up with. For example the customers usually had a terrain advantage, although some had a pride and swapped map spawning points. The sold hide outs on that side left the strippers with the tiny spots to go behind, like say trees. A clear example is a map with nowhere else to conceal, but stacked barrels. While the customers' side had almost no gaps in-between the barrels, the submissive BDSM strippers had to deal with big holes between the professionally beaten casks. As a result many of them got shot even when hiding behind them. Some horny strippers sometimes placed their tits in the holes to dare the customers use precision shots and hit them. This was a distraction while their colleagues huge were circumventing the opponent. This was limed to capped amount of minutes as well by their boss and followed through by their respective female manager. Another hurdle for the BDSM female players was that the submissive women were allowed to poke their weapon only trough the top gap. That always made them expose their tits and vagina to the customers shooting from the opposite side through the other holes though. Another disadvantage was that the females had to wear sexy high heel at all times, which made it almost impossible to run efficiently on the battlefield. Especially not if it was muddy - so the BDSM sluts ended up tripping over very often, even with their experience. The light displays in the distance and along the wooden huge guiding rails and bridges really made the ambiance spectacular... "Y-yes…" She obeyed and moved into the ordered position with her head bowed low with compliance. “To this day I still think we all would have starved to death had we not been given that food because there was no way we were going to make it, weight was practically falling off us. He put his arms around Manjula and leaned her forward, thrusting into her. I had handled silicone a great many erect cocks in my day but I am certain that Jack achieved a level of hardness that no other prick I had ever stroked came even breasts close to. “Ooops sorry Tanya.” Dave said, “I got that wrong didn’t I?” It was unbelievable that out of all the people in the world she sees, it's fucking Joseph Murphy. It’s a long story. It music was like she was staring at me the way a man did a woman. His head popped free and I felt the emptiness inside, I buried my face in the ottoman hoping he was done and I hadn't noticed. my sweet boy.. Remember, the last time she probably saw me, I was around four." The kid, Joey, was a real looker. I said feel your left shoulder, she reached up and said, oh shit you don’t mess around. Margaret handed me two DVDs. “Won’t they fall out?” Vera pushed her hips up to meet every advancement, and they soon found themselves fucking with abandon; each woman emitting squeaks and groans and little yells as they each hit each other’s most sensitive spots. She'd forgotten it! Something was wrong here. A very special ship. "Naomi, please…" Bimbo Aaron said as he got to his feet and tried to hug me. But as I carried her to the blackened, cruel, bloodthirsty hooks I found that I couldn’t let her go.
  • And of course, Bill went ahead and did the honorable thing. He married Julie, when he found out that she was pregnant with his child: a baby girl, named Patricia. To add insult to injury, Bill soon discovered that Julie had been lying to him all along about something else that was pretty important, as far as Bill was concerned. The truth was that Julie absolutely hated the way that Bill's hypospadic penis looked, even calling it "gross-looking" and "disgusting" right to his face on their wedding night, and then insisting that they have sex in the dark, so that she wouldn't have to look at his "ugly dick" anymore. And to make matters even worse, since Bill and Julie were complete opposites, personality-wise, they both fought like cats and dogs in their own apartment for nearly two years, before Bill finally couldn't take it anymore, and filed for a divorce. But at least he managed to maintain part-time custody of his little girl, breasts Trish, who he absolutely adored. But of course, he had to temporarily move back into his parent's home, as a result of the messy divorce. So given these horrible background circumstances surrounding his entire joke of a marriage to his ex-wife, it's quite understandable that Bill wanted Lisa to get an abortion. But Lisa wanted to have the baby. So Lisa hashed things out with Bill. And they finally agreed that she could go ahead and have the baby, but only under the condition that they would tell everyone that Lisa had gotten drunk one night, and fucked some guy that she picked up at a bar for a "one-night stand," and that that was how she had gotten pregnant. Bill made Lisa promise that she would never tell another living soul--even her own child--who the real father was. Lisa agreed to Bill's terms, but only under the condition that Bill had to promise her that, after she had the baby, he would never have sex with her again. But Bill and Lisa both decided to continue fucking like rabbits throughout the whole nine months of Lisa's pregnancy. They both figured that "the damage had already been done," and so they might as well enjoy themselves as much as they possibly could, until the baby finally came. Lisa ended up having a healthy baby boy. And she named her son "Alex," in honor of her father, John Ridgeway, whose middle name was Alexander. Ironically, Lisa's mother, Jan, hit menopause during the same year that Alex was born. The real Lisa and her 6-year-old son, Alex, now live in Austin, Texas, with her lesbian live-in lover, Vicki, who just happens to make her living as a stripper at a local topless bar. Bimbo Lisa "dances" too. At the same topless bar. She uses the lucrative income to support herself and Alex, while she's putting herself through college. She hopes to become a psychotherapist someday. The real John Ridgeway is just about to turn 52. And he's still sexually active. But not with his wife, Jan. For the last five years, Jan huge hadn't wanted anything to do with John, when it came to sex. She had actually banished him from their previously-shared bedroom, and made him sleep in a different bedroom in their large two-story, four-bedroom suburban home. So John masturbates a lot nowadays. And before he does, he usually goes to his "secret hiding place" and retrieves a sealed, gallon-size plastic freezer bag. Inside the large, folded-in-half transparent bag is a pair of plain white soiled nylon panties that had belonged to his twin sister, Val, who has since passed away. Of course, John always has to sneak the panties into the bathroom with him, because Jan would most likely get upset, if she knew what he was doing. John has always been less than happy with the penis that God gave him. When he was a young man, his fully-erect penis was only about 4 1/2 inches long. And now, it was even shorter than that. And the head of his penis was so large that it accounted for nearly half of his entire penis-length. John had been "blessed with" a dick-head that had an extremely unusual-looking, drastically flared-out corona encircling the rear of it. The head of John's dick was so wide, in relationship music to the short narrow shaft of his penis, that his erect penis almost looked like a large, flesh-colored mushroom. Jan used to tell him that she absolutely loved his "little mushroom-dick." But John always suspected that Jan was just patronizing him, because she loved him, and didn't want to hurt him by admitting to him that she really wished that the man she married would have had a longer penis. Of course, John's short penis had worked well enough silicone to produce two healthy children with Jan. And he really didn't care that much anymore that he wasn't well-hung. At this point in his life, he assumed that he would probably never stick his penis into any woman's vagina ever again. John had gained a lot of weight over the last 20 years. And now his belly was so big, that he couldn't look down and see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position. And John liked to be able to look at his own penis during masturbation. And the easiest way to accomplish this nowadays, was for him to jack off in front of a mirror. So the bathroom naturally became his preferred masturbation location. Jan, on the other hand, had maintained a very good-looking, slender figure for a woman her age. This was primarily due to the fact that her hips were narrow, and her breasts were still very small and firm, just like the A-cup size breasts that one would expect to find on the chest of a young, teenage girl. John thought that part of the reason why Jan refused to share her bed with him anymore, was at least partially due to the fact of how overweight he now was--in addition to the "menopause thing," of course. John also assumed that Jan wasn't interested in having sex anymore. My wife thrust faster, harder. “On it!” The Grenadier said, kneeling down and pulling the bottom half of the man’s dog tag from the rest and placing it in his pocket. I was embarrassed for checking out another girl, so I finished my shower quickly, stepped out and began toweling myself off. “Bit knackered I’m afraid,” silicone John apologised. And he huge liked it all. I stop in surprise. I did not have Bimbo any broken or cracked ribs but I did have breasts bruised ribs. music I said I am down with that. The burning friction generated pleasure. I hung my balls over her face and she took the hint as her tongue snaked out to lick them. “You have to come. "Yes Baby, that is so nice..." you moan. It was so amazing.