## The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jul 10, 2012 6:34 am

“Some date this turned out to be!” 15 year old Alana thought, as her date, Nathan, also 15, tied her to a chair. She was dressed in a black, long-sleeved, ankle-length, satin dress with multiple, cream-coloured petticoats and black, thick pantyhose. On her feet she had black, patent-leather shoes. Her blonde hair hung freely, ending somewhere between her shoulders and her waist. At least until he tied a scarf around her head, holding the balled up napkin in her mouth in place.
He had already tied her wrists behind her back, a rope around her waist making sure they were well anchored to the back of the chair. Now, he was in the process of tying her legs to the legs of the chair. She looked at Nathan, just as he stood up. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, also with black, patent-leather shoes. He wore a white scarf around his neck.
“Are you satisfied?” he asked the man, standing behind him. He walked around the chair, carefully inspecting each and every knot. “Looks OK,” he said. “Now, it’s your turn.”
Ten minutes later, the unlucky couple sat snugly tied to chairs, facing each other. Both were gagged with balled up napkins, scarves and duct tape. The intruder took what he came for, and left.
Earlier that night:
Alana and Nathan met a couple of months earlier at a disco held by her school. She had worn the same type of clothes as tonight, and he said he liked them. By the end of the night, it was as if they had always been together. The next morning, he had called her and said he preferred her being dressed in pantyhose and the ankle-length dresses and skirts she was to be wearing from now on, had to have multiple petticoats. In other words, from now on, she could almost have been a poster-child of the 50’s, as far as the clothes were concerned. Her hair, which already had the length he liked, had to hang loose, maybe a couple of hair-pins, keeping the fringe out of her eyes. Being head over heels in love she, without questioning, accepted the arrangement, and ever since then had stayed true to what he had dictated in that phone-call.
Now, she had been invited to Nathans’ house for dinner, as his parents were out for the night. She, with the help of her parents, had dressed carefully the way she knew he wanted.
When she got there, he had set the table real nicely; with candles, flowers, crystal glasses and the finest table-ware and silver-ware. She could instantly tell, he had really made an effort to impress, and he sure had succeeded.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, later on tonight!” he told her, looking very pleased, you could even say smug. No matter how many times she asked, he always gave the same answer: “Don’t you worry, you will find out!”
They had a lovely dinner, consisting of steak, French fries and soda, enjoying each others’ company.
About an hour later, there was a loud knock on the door. Nathan opened, and a masked man stormed in. He demanded to know where all the valuables were, and as he waved what looked like a gun around, Nathan had no choice but to tell him. The intruder then asked for ropes and gagging material, and promptly got it.
Present:
Alana wiggled around in her chair, trying to find as comfortable a position as possible. She could hear faint grunts coming from Nathan, and his chair creaking, as he tried to break free. The intruder, however, had made too good of a job of tying him to it, so he soon gave up and just sat there, panting.
They both could see the hands of the clock on the mantle-piece move, ever so slowly. They had been sitting there about fifteen minutes, when another intruder burst in. This one, however, had a key.
“Ha, ha! Where are your valuables?” the new intruder hollered. “What the...” he went on, horrified. He quickly freed Nathan and asked him what had happened. Nathan gave him a quick résumé, and hurried to call the police. Only then, he seemed to remember Alana sitting tied to a chair in front of him.
“There’s no time to free you right now, love.” he told Alana. “I’m afraid you just have to wait until the police are gone. If that’s OK with you?” he asked. When she first shrugged, then nodded, the two boys simply picked up the chair and put it in a closet and, just before the police arrived, closed and locked the door.
She sat there, listening to what went on outside, wondering what the hell was going on! Obviously, Nathan had planned some sort of fake break in, and to tie her to a chair, but something must have gone very wrong.
“Boys, and their weird sense of humour!” she thought, shaking her head at the situation.
Another hour, maybe an hour and a half, passed before the cops went away. Shortly thereafter, the door to the closet opened, and Nathan and his friend, Robin, lifted her out again. While Robin had the difficult task of untying her from the chair (she had been moving around so much, the knots had tightened further) Nathan explained everything.
Robin was, as she suspected, supposed to play an intruder, kidnapping Nathan and tying her to a chair. They were to leave her tied up for a couple of minutes, then he’d come back, saying the intruder/kidnapper had been caught by the police.
Before leaving, Alana promised Nathan, she’d not break up their relationship. She kissed him on the tip of his nose and went home.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jul 11, 2012 1:10 pm

Alana was dressed in a bathing suit as blue as the sky above her head and comfortably stretched out on her back, on the lawn outside Nathans’ parents’ house. Her wrists had been tied together and to a stake. Her ankles had also been tied together, and to another stake. Beside her Nathan, the love of her life, sat. He was dressed in a pair of blue, skimpy bathing trunks. Beside him was a bucket of water and a sponge, which he periodically used to cool her, and himself, down.
“You know what?” he asked. “I’m going to go to the store, and get some ice-cream. Are you going to be OK, while I’m gone?”
“Sure,” she replied. “Just turn me over, and use some of that water on me before you go, will you?”
He did as she asked, but couldn’t resist tickling her armpits gently with a blade of grass, and lightly spanking her behind.
“Oh, I love those jitters.” he laughingly said, before making a hasty retreat.
“He’s gonna be in a shed-load of trouble, when I get my hands on him!” she muttered, before drifting off to sleep.
She was suddenly woken, by someone poking her in the side. When she looked up, she saw it was Robin, a big grin plastered all over his face. He was dressed in orange three-quarter length shorts and a green, sleeveless t-shirt. He had suede sandals on his sockless feet.
“Hello there, sleepy-head!” he cheerfully said. “Mind if I sit down for a while?”
“Yes, I do mind, actually.” she growled. “Nathan’s just gone to the store, and he’ll be back soon. In fact, I don’t know why it’s taking him so long?”
Before Robin could answer, another man appeared.
“Is this her?” he asked
Robin confirmed it was, and the unknown man yanked the poles out of the ground, hoisted Alana up over his shoulder, and then they all left. As they did, she saw Robin leaving a note where she’d been.
“Where are we going?” she again and again asked, in desperation.
The unknown man carried her in to a house, a few blocks from where she’d been. He put her in a chair just inside the door and tied ropes snugly around her chest and waist. Then he retied her wrists behind the chair and her knees and ankles to the front-legs of the chair.
With tears in her voice, she plucked up the courage to ask: “Why are you doing this to me?”
Robin started belly-laughing. “Doing this to YOU?” he said, while trying to catch his breath. “Whatever makes you think, I’m doing anything to you? No, my dear girl, I’m doing it to Nathan! I’m just using you as bate in my little trap, albeit an elaborate one.” Then he shoved a big, but bunched up, rag in her mouth, wound a long strip from an old sheet around her head, which was followed by a liberal amount of wide, silver-coloured tape.
He then stood back, and admired his work.
“You know what?” he thoughtfully said. “She sure is a thing of beauty, she is. Those ropes and that tape look just perfect on her. They’re actually a wonderful contrast to that blue bathing-suit. Don’t you think so, Larry?”
Larry just grunted, as he left.
Robin put a chair in front of Alana’s and straddled it. He crossed his arms on the top of the backrest and just looked at her, for quite some time. You might even say he stared at her.
The telephone suddenly rang. Both Alana and Robin flinched, and he went into another room to get it, closing the door behind him, leaving Alana confused.
What was going on? Why was Robin setting a trap for Nathan? And why had he talked as if delivering lines in a movie? It sure was beginning to look like a DiD-movie, starring Robin as The Bad Guy, Nathan as The Good Guy, and featuring poor little Alana as The Damsel in Distress, and a bad one at that!
“Well, let me tell you something, mister! I ain’t nobody’s ‘Damsel’, and I certainly don’t need any rescuing, because I ain’t in any distress!” Alana angrily thought. She methodically started trying to at least free her hands. She was pleasantly surprised when she noticed the knot having been placed within easy reach of her fingers.
“No! It can’t be that easy!” she thought, shaking her head. “But then again; why not? After all, he IS rather daft if you ask me.” She quickly freed her hands, followed by the much more difficult tasks of getting rid of the ropes pinning her to the chair, saving the one around her waist and the gag till last, as she feared she might make a sound, alerting him of what she was doing.
About half an hour later, she slowly opened the front door and looked out. As the coast was clear, she quickly and silently ran away from the house, throwing the gag as far away as she could.
She ran straight back to Nathan, and told him what Robin had done.
“Mm, I know.” Nathan said, in a bored voice, seemingly giving his fingernails a very close inspection. “He’s done things like this before, you know. I’ve actually made a deal with him once: any girl that can’t escape within two hours, he can keep, the rest are mine. I’m only surprised it took him so long to organize things this time. He’s usually much quicker than this.”
“You mean you’ve done things like this before? And what do you mean by ‘any girl that can’t escape, he can keep’? And how dare you treat a girl like a guinea pig, for your own, personal enjoyment?” Alana was by now so angry, she didn’t know whether to cry or to hit him hard in the face, so in the end she did both. Then she stormed out of the house, slamming the door hard on her way out.
When she got home, she swore she’d never, ever set foot in Nathans’ house again.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:50 am

It took a little over a week, before Alana was back in Nathans’ house again, and everything was back to normal. Well, not quite everything. He promised her, that he’d stopped seeing Robin, and had got a new friend, Alex.
The day Alex met Alana for the first time, they were in a park. She was dressed in a lemony yellow, ankle-long cotton dress, a lot of tulle holding it out from the waist down; high necked and tight-fitting from the waist up, long sleeves ending in sewn-on, tight-fitting, yellow cotton pouches. She wore a sun hat, in the same shade of yellow, with a wide brim and a veil hanging down, covering only her eyes, in addition to which, she had modern-style sunglasses.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, both overflowing with big flower patterns, on his feet, no socks, only red sneakers.
“I hear Nathan’s got a new toy,” he said.
“Oh?” she said, quite standoffish, only raising an eyebrow. She could see he was beginning to get interested, though.
He drew a long, deep breath through his nose. As he let it out again, he said, as if he didn’t have a care in the world: “Mm. Yeah, you.”
Again, the only thing she said was: “Oh?”
He nodded and looked out at nothing, trying to block out the sun with one hand over his eyes.
“Mm, I hear he likes to tie you up and gag you, and also put you in clothes, which looks like they’re from the 19th century. Kind of like the ones you’re wearing now as a matter of fact. Or in bathing-suits, looking like they’re from the 1950’s.”
She only looked at him for quite some time, without saying a word, and then: “What makes you think they were all his ideas? OK, I admit some of them were his to begin with, but he allowed me to expand them to a place, way beyond his original ideas. And OK, I weren’t too crazy about some of the ideas at first, but now I’m so used to them, they’ve become second nature to me. I call him and ask what to wear every morning, and then put on the clothes of his choice without thinking much about it these days. He even chooses my underwear for me. But I do sometimes wear other clothes, you know.
As far as the tying up, or rather chaining up, is concerned; again it was originally his idea, well his and Robin’s, but again he’s allowed me to have at least one part of my body cuffed at any given time. Right now, my knees are cuffed together; a short connecting chain makes me take smaller and, in his eyes, “more ladylike” steps. There are holes on the insides of the dress-cuffs, so he can attach chains, or leather straps to the leather-cuffs I all the time wear beneath. The collars and waists of the dresses and skirts have stiff leather bands sewn into them, so he can attach a chain or leather belt. I’ve even got my parents to buy me some 19th century style, ankle long nightgowns, and a set of bed-restraints are attached to my bed frame to use at night. I haven’t slept on my side or tummy for months.
As for the bathing-suits; I just think they’re much nicer looking, and more comfortable, than bikinis. And they come in handy, if I want Nathan to tie my hands to my body. Then he can use a crotch-rope, if I want to.
Does that answer any of your questions? Spoken out loud or otherwise?”
Alex nodded. “Mm, it does. Sounds like you’re in complete control of things?”
“You better believe I am! But he still surprises me, from time to time.”
As she said that, the topic of their conversation arrived.
“Have you had a nice talk?” he asked as he stepped behind Alana, connecting her handcuffs behind her back. He connected a chain to what Alex now knew was a belt around her waist.
“Do you want to be gagged?” he asked.
Without answering, she opened her mouth as wide as she could.
“OK, I guess you do.” He noted, giving Alex a wink. He put a large ball in her mouth, strapping it together behind her head. He took the free end of the rope and asked: “Do you want to join us for dinner, Alex?”
“Weff, oif ngo!” Alana said through her gag, looking up at him, with puppy-dog eyes.
When they got back home, Alex asked if he could ask his sister, Sandra, to come over. “Why not?” Nathan’s father agreed.
“I think she’d be interested in Alana’s cuffs.” Alex said. “Maybe even the clothes.”
She was, and as she had the same size clothes as Alana, she borrowed one of her dresses and was cuffed, just like her. The boys helped the girls to eat, and then Nathan’s father told Alex where he got all of it. They measured Sandra for a similar set of cuffs, and for the type of clothes Alana was wearing. The bed-restraints were fully adjustable, so she didn’t have to be measured for a set of those. Then they called in the order, and was told it would be ready within a week.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:03 pm

In a room above a garage, two 16 year old girls sat on the floor by a post. They were dressed in leotards and had their hands tied behind the post. They wore wholly pantyhose even though it was in the middle of the summer, and their legs were stretched out in front of them and tied together at the knees and ankles. They had their ears plugged, and were blindfolded with swabs of cotton. Everything was held in place by generous amounts of strips of torn bed sheets and tape. About halfway up the post, there were hooks placed around the post, one on each side.
In front of them, two boys stood, looking down at them. They were, quite by coincidence actually, both dressed in black sandals, black-and-white, chequered knee-length shorts, and black-and-white striped t-shirts.
“What do you want to do to them?” Nathan asked his newfound friend Alex.
Alex crossed his arms in front of him, put one foot in front of the other, and took another good look at the ‘poor’ girls.
”Gee, I don’t know.” Suddenly, he looked at Nathan, with glistening eyes. “I know! Suppose we tied their hands to the hooks instead, started tickling their feet, and slowly worked our way upwards, stopping somewhere in the neck-area? How do you think Alana would react to that? I know from firsthand experience, how Sandra will react to such a thing.”
“Yea!” Nathan eagerly said: “Sound like a very good idea to me! And knowing Alana the way I do, she’d probably love it too!”
“And how about,” Alex continued, fuelled on by Nathans’ enthusiasm,” you tickle Sandra, and I’ll tickle Alana?”
“What you just said just shows that two great men do think alike. Let’s keep them ear plugged and blindfolded. That way they won’t know what’s going to happen, and when. I just love the sound of girls, squealing like pigs, don’t you?”
“I sure do, my friend, I sure do!”
“Finally, they’re letting us go!” Alana thought, when she noticed her hands being untied. To her surprise, and dismay, they were immediately tied together in front of her. Then her arms were raised high in the air, and when she tried to lower them, they had been tied to something out of reach above her head.
“OK,” she said, “as much as it is fun being tied up, there’s a limit to everything, patience included, and I’m fast approaching mine. Couldn’t you take the earplugs out, at least? I don’t mind being blindfolded a bit longer, but not being able to hear properly, is getting just a tiny bit annoying.”
She thought she heard the boys laughing, but wasn’t sure.
She soon got other things to worry about. Someone, she suspected she knew who, started tickling her feet.
“No,” she said, as if talking to a dog,” don’t.” The tickling continued however, regardless of how much she begged the person, whom she suspected to be Nathan, to stop. If anything, it escalated. Before long, she was howling and thrashing about like mad.
On the other side of the pole, something similar took place. Sandra started by politely telling the (to her) unknown attacker to stop tickling her. When that didn’t help, her language became ruder and ruder, as the tickling became more and more intense.
“Wow, boy! You’re going to have to do something about her language, at some point!” Nathan observed. “Just let me know, if you need a hand. I picked up a useful trick or two, trying to rid Alana’s vocabulary of such words.
Look, I’ve had enough of the girls’ howling for a while. How about, you and me go into the house and get ourselves something to eat and drink? I mean, the girls won’t go anywhere, any time soon.”
“Yea, let’s” and the boys left, leaving the girls all alone.
When Sandra noticed they had stopped tickling her, she started counting to 100 in her head, and then slowly started trying to get a grip on the rope holding her hands in the air. She quickly found the knot, and within minutes it was undone. “Sloppy boys, I must say!” she said. When nothing happened, she slowly lowered her hands, until she felt the blindfold with her fingers. Still nothing happened, so she proceeded to take it off. As she couldn’t find somewhere to start tearing into the tape, she tried lifting it straight up, just like you would taking off a helmet. Again, she had no problems, and when she saw they were all alone in the room, she quickly got rid of the ear plugs and the other ropes. Then she untied Alana, and together they made up a plan so terrible, they both burst out laughing.
“I don’t know, why we’re laughing so hard!” Sandra panted, “Because I actually feel quite sorry for the boys!”
“I don’t know either,” Alana panted,” but I do know it makes me feel like I’m in some kind of 80’s soap opera. Do you remember them; the Ewing’s, the Carrington’s and so on?”
“I sure do, and I think it’s a plan worthy of Mr. J.R Ewing himself.”
The girls nervously opened the door and looked out. There was still no sign of the boys. They tiptoed down the stairs, and over to the first window they saw, which happened to be the kitchen window. They looked in, and what they saw made them real mad. They saw the boys stuffing their mouths full with sandwiches and drinking soda, like they didn’t have a care in the world.
Which, in fact they hadn’t, because by now, they had completely forgotten about their poor captives.
Determined to teach the boy a lesson, the girls decided to try to capture them, as and when, they left the house. What they didn’t know, was that they’re quite visible, long before they even got to the house, in a mirror placed on a wall where the girls couldn’t possibly see it. That was the real reason why the boys were laughing so hard.
“Do they actually think they can sneak up on US, the Masters of TUG: s? I mean, come on, just how stupid can you get, on a scale from naught to a hundred?” Alex remarked, when he first saw them.
“As far as girls are concerned, who knows?” Nathan replied. “Let’s finish the meal, and then go and get them, shall we?”
Alana and Sandra waited, and waited outside the kitchen door, for them to appear, and were taken completely by surprise by what happened next.
Suddenly they were grabbed from behind and rags were put over their mouths and noses. There was something strong-smelling on them, and the girls soon lost consciousness.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 3:39 am

When Nathan and Alex came to get the girls, they were gone!
They were unconscious and thrown in the back of a van, driving out of town, well above the speed limit.
Within minutes it reached its destination, and Robin, the former friend of Nathan and Alana’s, opened the backdoor, threw Sandra over his shoulder and carried her inside a playhouse, which stood in the backyard of his parents’ house. He put her on the floor and carried Alana in the same way. He moaned as he straightened up the second time, holding a hand against the small of his back. “Girls these days are way too heavy!” he groaned. He took some rope he had stashed away in the corner of the house, and managed to sit the still unconscious girls up. He tied one of the ropes around their chests, making extra loops around their upper arms, so they were tied to the sides of their bodies. Then, he tied their wrists and waists together. The ropes around their wrists, he tied to rings inserted into the floor of the house.
Just as he knotted off the last of the knots, Sandra opened her eyes.
Dazed, she tried to lift her hand. When she noticed she couldn’t, she looked around and saw Robin: “Who are you and what are you doing?” she groggily asked.
“I’m Robin, a friend of Nathan’s.” Robin introduced himself. “And as for what I’m doing; isn’t that kind of obvious? I’m tying you up, of course!”
“Why?”
“Because I want to play a trick on Nathan, and make him think Alana’s been abducted for real. You just happened to get in my way. Don’t worry; I promise I will let you both go. In an hour or two, or maybe I might keep you here for as long as three hours, I simply don’t know. We’ll just have to wait and see what the future might bring, won’t we?”
He left, just as Alana regained consciousness. Sandra told her, what Robin had said.
“Robin? A friend of Nathan’s? Not anymore his not!” Alana told Sandra, in detail, what Robin and Larry had put her through earlier.
“As of that date, Robin is a FORMER friend of both Nathan’s and mine,” she concluded. She tried to look out the window. “I wonder; where we are? It kind of looks like it’s his parents’ garden out there. Is he that daft, he took us there, I wonder?”
Instead of answering Sandra, being left-handed, began trying to work the rope binding her left wrist together with Alana’s wrist. It wasn’t easy, because Robin had done an excellent job, but they managed to get the rope off in less than half an hour, from then on, the rest was fairly easy.
They got to their feet and went to the door, only to find it locked.
“O.K, so what do we do now?” Alana asked. “The door looks sturdy enough, but if we pound on it hard enough for long enough time, either the door or the lock will probably break.
Either that or we yell, until someone comes and opens the door for us. The major problem in both cases is; it could be Robin opening, and then we’re probably right back where we started.
Either way; it looks like we’re stuck here for a long time to come, and we’re going to get soar hands or throats, maybe both.”
“Breaking the door down is probably the fastest way to get out of here, so that has my vote.” Sandra said. She went over to it and expertly looked it over. “You know”, she hesitantly said, shaking her head, “I really don’t think this door is anywhere near as sturdy as it looks! This playhouse must’ve stood in this garden for ages; the wind, the rain and the snow, have probably taken a massive toll on the material. And from what I can see the repairs are bodged jobs, almost all of them. A few hard kicks in the right place and it will probably turn to match-sticks.”
Encouraged by her words; Alana stood beside Sandra. “We’ll start kicking on three, yea?” she said as she lifted her foot.
“On three it is!” Sandra confirmed. “One, two, and THREE!” and they started kicking. Five minutes later, the door was no more. The girls hobbled out and Alana moaned: “Aow, my left foot! It feels like I have the sole of it somewhere just below my armpit!”
“Mmm, and I think my right foot’s ended up under mine!” Sandra moaned.
Looking around, Alana saw she was right, and could direct Sandra back home. All the way home, they discussed what could have happened to Robin. When they got home, they got all the answers they needed.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by lasse672000 » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:00 pm

Alana and Sandra went home to Alana’s, where she took off her leotard and instead put on a red, ankle-long tulle corset-dress. Sandra asked if she could borrow one, and Alana said: “Sure. Why not? We have the same size clothes.” She lent Sandra her violet tulle corset-dress, also ankle-long. They helped each other tighten the corsets as much as possible, before they went over to Nathan’s house.
When they got there, the boys were outside, with their backs to the gate. They silently walked up behind them, scaring both boys half to death.
“I bet Robin won’t tell us.” Nathan grimly said.
“Suppose not.” Alex said. “But if he doesn’t, we’ll just have to make him. Won’t we?”
“Oh, yea”
“What is it he’s not going to tell?” Alana innocently asked. ”I’m dying to know!”
“Which girls are you talking about?” Sandra asked at the same time, just as innocently. “It can’t be us, can it?”
“He won’t tell me where you are!” Nathan snapped.
Then both boys gasped, “What... where...,”
“We’ve been tied up and locked inside a playhouse in Robins’ garden.” Sandra explained. “He tied us up, as well as locking the door real well. But he really should get the locks on all his doors in the garden changed. That one was so old it just needed a few kicks, to break in two!”
“Oh, just you wait till I get my hands on him! He’ll wish he’d never been born!” Alex growled.
“You’d have to wait in line, because I want a piece of him, too!” Nathan snapped.
Alana held up both hands, and said in a firm voice: “You will do no such thing, boys! We’re not mad at him. Are we, Sandra?”
Sandra emphatically shook her head. “No, we’re actually not. If anything, we feel kind of sorry for him.”
The others’ looked at her, as if they couldn’t believe hearing what she just said.
“Maybe you do, but I certainly don’t!” Alana said. “To me, he’s just a very sad person who finds it very hard to get friends, and for someone to be friends with for long.” She turned to Nathan, put her hand on his arm, turned her puppy-dog charm on full whack, and asked in a voice, oozing with honey and sugar: “What’s a girl got to do, to get tied up around here, sweetie?” Then, harshly:” Get us inside, get two arm-chairs, and a lot of rope. Then tie us in the chairs and time us getting out of them! NOW! MOVE IT!”
“Yes, ma’m!” Nathan smiled.
Two hours later, when they still hadn’t been able to get free, Alex innocently remarked: “Let’s leave them here, shall we? If that won’t teach them not to boss us guys around, then nothing will!”
They silenced the protests with handkerchiefs and bandanas and left. But they didn’t go very far, though, only to the next room. The girls stayed tied to the chairs for the rest of the day, and they loved it.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The two intruders

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:36 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!