His hands pushed against her abdomen, forcing her to push backwards, eliciting a scream of pain, as her pussy was rubbed raw by the wood. His other ha...nd pushed on her ass, forcing her back the other way. "I love it when you do it yourself. Feel your pussy being abused. Soon it will be sore to the touch. Then I will be ready to begin your torment."Rebecca gasped as the Judge moved to the cabinet and returned with a pair of nipple clamps and two weights. "Don't put them on me," she begged, but. Then she put sheer leggings on me just like hers. She walked me over to the mirror and I loved the way the costume made me look just like a little mommy. I then was shocked my hair was not long enough to be put in a ponytail! She saw the look on my face, and she patted me on the head, Samantha I know that your hair is to short, but we still have to wait for your natural hair to grow out, so I’ve bought you a new wig. The new wig had a blonde ponytail and Mommy changed wigs, I looked just. She was over there for over an hour and whatever she was yelling at them must have worked because they sure as hell took that flag down. A couple weeks later Leroy was listening to some r&b when he looked out the window and saw that same damn confederate flag hanging from the frat house again. “This is bullshit!” he said, “this time they’re gonna take that flag down and they’re gonna take it down for good.” Ebony was pissed off too and said she was going to give them a piece of her mind and. We then jumped into our 1973 Chevrolet Chevelle Laguna four-door pillared hardtop and drove like hell for the Gulf States. We liked what we saw out there, we knew we were in our new home state when we saw a herd of Harley riders cruising on Interstate 8 between Casa Grande and Gila Bend. They were all wearing T-shirts, jeans and biker boots—no gloves or jackets. Riding motorcycles was merely a dream for snowed-under residents of Albion, Indiana in February 1978 and we were primed to make the.