Those tight shorts didn't allow the cronivac to fit into her pocket so she left it in her room. All she needed
was her purse and daddy's credit card anyway.
So she packed up and headed off to the mall.
Now Rachael, not being one to worry about anything, would at times perform the 5 finger discount and this was
not going to be any different. She picked out some nice tiny shorts a few rings and a lovely turquoise
necklace. and stuffed them in her over sized purse. She had daddy's card but it was something about the thrill
of getting away with it that excited him.
As she left the store she was half way down the mall when a big arm came over her shoulder and a deep voice
said come with me miss.
Uh I'm not going with you anywhere.
Yes dear you are. He grabbed her by the upper arm and drug her to his office putting her in a holding room as
he pulled up some video of her theft.
She sat there freaking out minute by minute as he let her stew.
When he came back in he stood there in front of her and said you know why your here don't you. It wasn't
really a question but she answered.
No sir. In her most sweet saccharine tone.
Please darling do insult me.
No I really don't. She sat in that little plastic chair as this big imposing man that has spent entirely too
much time at the food court stood over her.
Dump out your purse please.
She hugged it to her chest and said I don't have to do that.
You can do it or I will do it for you.
She got up and dumped out her purse dropping all the goodies she stole ass well as her other toys.
As the last of it dropped from her purse she turned and ran into that big bear belly looming over her. Being
th bimbo that she is she put her arms around the sides of his belly and began to stroke it seeing that she was
turning him on by the hard nipples poking through the wife beater t-shirt that was under his grey uniform
shirt.
No no darling that ain't gonna happen.
I just thought that you were such a hansom man.
My boyfriend wouldn't like it. But for some reason he was getting excited by her stroking. Maybe there was
still some of that Bobby still in Rachael and he was picking up on that. For reasons he couldn't identify he
let her unbutton his shirt and started to pull up his tucked in wife beater from his overly tightened belt. As
he let her continue he dropped his pants finally revealing a rigid rod that was formerly unseen.
In moments he was thrusting deeply into her, something he had never done before but for some reason it was
just right.
Charlie found a nice new toy. It was about the size of his psp but it just wasn't. His sisters name was on it
and adjacent to her name was the name of a man called Tony. Italian. 6'3" 385 pounds, gay, security guard,
husband Peter.
Charlie dragged Rachael's name over to the name field for Tony and Tony's name over to Rachael's and hit
enter. Nothing happened. This sucks. He yelled and tossed it in the trash.
Rachael felt her body change and soon she was a big Italian security guard under a little girl riding his
rigid pole having cum several times inside the little girl. She lumbered to her feet and left the room and ran
off leaving the security guard in the Rachel's body to explain herself when one of the other guards came to
check on her.