Even though he was sticking to “men-allowed” routes (mainly the back streets, certainly away from shopping areas), he was out of his designated ar...ea. He had a plausible excuse for being in town, but he wasn’t convinced he’d be able to sustain it if he was stopped. It was difficult trying to keep an eye out for police patrols while still walking along as though you had a perfect right to be there. He stepped off the pavement to allow a woman coming towards him to pass. She took no notice of him. She continued walking through the basement's offerings. She came to a plain-looking wooden chair. A simple looking chair, but it had some "special features". "This is called a punishment chair," Professor Diederich said, "It may look like a regular chair, but it has these metal rings all over for tying a person to it in a variety of positions for whatever purpose is intended." Chelsea studied the chair as she had the other pieces. The Professor watched her carefully, studying her expressions. When I entered the garage she asked me to completely shut the shutter and lock it from inside. I did as she said. When I turned she was standing just behind me. She lip-locked me and slowly raised my t-shirt, broke the liplock, removed my T-shirt and threw that away.I jumped on her but she pushed me and asked me to follow her. She was teasing me and I had to follow her. She walked in front of me. Her ass was swaying in such a way that I just wanted to grab it, slap them red and then pound her. When heturned sideways now, he really noticed that his hair seemed so muchshorter as it too was perfectly curled and arranged into a series oflayers of spiral curls across his back. He took a deep breath, knowingit would be a long day."You girls did an amazing job. The outfit fits perfectly and the hairand make and everything! Wow! I love the shine in his hair. See how niceit looks if you really brush it out properly, honey," said Trisha takingout her camera now. "Ok, ladies! Go head. Get in.