Making his tormentors laughall the more. There was no mistaking what the object was for. Marcthen thought that he could just make a run for it. But th...ey stoppedhim from doing that too. Marc couldn't even get his panties up tocover himself before they were dragging him out of the stall and intothe room."What a freak." Barlow, one of the tackles said pushing Marc backtowards the sinks. "Can't believe we used to undress around you. Youmust have loved that, huh freak?!?!" Stop it," Marc said in a. The spa rooms were often a source of great fun.Wanda would always retreat to the bathroom and change into either what I had told her to wear or I'd have her choose her outfits and enjoy the anticipation of seeing My Little Slut dressed in something special. She'd surprised me in the past in various outfits, but never wearing panties or a bra (I'd instructed her over two years ago that WHENEVER she was with me she was to always be sans undergarments). A) Six inch white heels and a mid thigh. It took them 5 days to reach Las Cruces, and some of the nights were not very comfortable, so they were not in a very good mood when they arrived. They collected their rewards and picked up the posters. With the posters in hand, Hank and Rafe adjourned to a nearby saloon to see what was new.The face on top was know to both. Rafe said, "Son of a bitch! We wasn't 10 feet from that galoot last night. He's the assistant bartender at that saloon we stayed in. Now we gots ta double back ifen we wants. He watches as she gives him a naughty smile, licking her lips with her index finger, then blows him a kiss. He stares at her, giving back that naughty smile, thinking, “I’m going to strip you naked later tonight.” He isn’t worried if the guy ever gets to take her home. At best he would get a feel, tongue gymnastics, maybe, just maybe she grabs his bulge in his pants, eagerly wanting her naked. As the night went on he makes his rounds dancing with other girls, rubbing bodies, grabbing asses,.