Highway

A pale man in an old-fashioned suit drove an armored black corporate car. He took Mr. Alagreen, who was a young oil heir who now quietly sipped whiskey and smoked weed as he looked out at the world, as he went to see his team of petgirls at the big **** event. Removing women from the steering wheel had actually been a good idea, he thought, as traffic flowed much better now.

It's good that the country had adopted short skirts and white dress blouses without bras for the girls' uniform in college, thought the young elite man, looking at the girls passing by. The idea of ​​using police with electric batons for dress and moral corrections had also worked well. Even more so because girls were forbidden to learn to fight and encouraged to look for weak arms and strong legs as a standard of beauty.

Arriving at the event, Mr Alagreen ran away from the driver as the man parked the car, and so the young heir went for a walk around the convention. He really liked the new gaming punitive wires for girls, which could attach to the nipples and clitoris through a piercing and electrocute the girl as a punishment in a ranked match for example. Most of the players in the booth that Alagreen saw had piercings and wires attached to both their nipples and clitoris, and they were probably playing against another team in the same situation. It was cute to get the girls moaning when they made mistakes or when they had to insert an anal plug when the live chat asked for it. It looked like some were still on 4 wires, and were testing the new functions of the new punitive plug.

Other less technological stands were more focused on traditional **** sales, and others, such as the new team pet, were crowded due to the influence of social media. But it wasn't hard for the rich young master to start walking down the spiral staircase to meet the new girls....