He walked around a bitand gave his ass a slap before setting up his camera on the table. Fromthere he took several photos in the lingerie in various p...oses and decidedto post them online. He loved showing off online for the various sissycommunities he was a part of. Once done and a nice wet spot had formed inthe front of his panties, he pulled out the black dress and slide it overhis body, it felt so good to be dressed up, it was like there wasn't aworry in the world. The final part was to slip. Nadeem mere ko dhek ke thoda sa ruk gya , usanai ek baar name plate dheki or fir mere se bolaNadeem- ye neelu ka ghar hai ? Me- jii hnaa, aap nadeem ji hne,?Nadeem – ji hnaaMe- aayiye ander, mai neelu didi ka chota bhai hnu deepak .Mai darwaza band karth hnu or nadeem ko sofe pe bhatha ke puchta hnuMe- jii kya lnege aap ? Thanda ya garam.?Nadeem- wase garmi tho phale se hii bahut hai kuch thanda le aayiye, or terii bahn nahi dhikhaiyii de rahi hai.Mane jaisa socha tha waisa hii huaa nadeem naa. I asked why the marshal didn't he'p him out, an' he said that the marshal wuz scared of the people what wuz threatenin' him. The marshal flatly refused ta git involved, so he wuz left on his own. I had always thought that the Eagle Pass marshal wuz kinda pissy, but I'd had no direct dealings with him, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. NO MORE! I would he'p the newspaper out, then I wuz goin' after the marshal. Man, wuz I burned over this.I told the newspaper man that I had ta git. A bell chimed as the door opened.To your surprise (and mild disappointment) the foyer actually looked pretty... Normal. Not extravagant or nice, mind you, instead it was just shockingly regular for an average motel lobby. The beige walls had occasional paintings of abstract art that were surprisingly well done. Spotting the edges of the room were chairs, coffee tables, and a few potted plants of varying size. A busty woman behind a counter looked up from her fashion magazine at you.She was.