DO IT!” was the crowd’s response and with that, I felt my pants being ripped and torn then pulled to the floor. Multiple hands lifted me off the ...floor and they removed them, tattered and torn from my feet and waved them to the screaming crowd. Someone kicked at my feet and pushed my legs to spread wide on the floor and I was now totally naked before them with my arms tied behind my back.Then hands started to touch me from all angles, from behind and from the crowd in front of me. I was. Hell, if I grew a beard like his, I’d have an off-center skunk on my face. He was wearing a suit, dark brown with a black shirt and tie. I did everything I could in my life never to wear a tie. His glasses looked like they cost more than my wardrobe.“Yes,” he agreed without enthusiasm. I had the feeling he would’ve rather started at the power differential where he was calling me Gene and I was calling him Mr Alexa’s-Last-Name. I decided to withhold that lack of knowledge on my part. “Call me. Neither of his parents had finished high school, and they were determined that he wold not only complete high school, but go to college, too. They each worked two jobs to have enough household income to save for his education and provide him with opportunities he would not otherwise receive. He was anything but spoiled. Very frugal in his spending, both for himself and on his friends, he tried to avoid any unnecessary expense. In fewer words, he was a really nice kid, smart as a whip, and. She said that the onlyway for a women to get anything done with the me is to use sex appeal.But, I don't have very much to work with." She said and motioned to herbreasts. It was true, her breasts were small B Cups."Come on honey, I'm sure you can get things done just the way you are,without any sex appeal." I guess, but I don't want to risk it," she said.Jenna then grabbed a bag from behind her chair."What's in the bag?"I asked."It's called Jiggle-Gel. I thought about it for while, and I.