Trying to do so just brought forwardall sorts of little things that I'd been trying to push into the backof my mind all evening. My ponytail swished ...bout. My boobs bouncedin their confining bra. My bloated hips swayed. It was all awful,and unlike the house, I couldn't run away from it. I couldn't-"Rhea!" came the sound of my name again, but this time it was joinedby the feel of a hand grabbing my shoulder to stop me.Of course, George had easily caught me. I was just some pudgy littlegirl. In the back of its head was a thick glass chamber, with a white slimy fluid sloshing around inside. Below its horrifying head was a thick mechanical neck and shoulders, and below them massive fleshy arms and hands. The creature had a fleshy chest and a grotesquely bloated belly. Protruding from its massive belly were a dozen long gray tentacles, each one was longer than my own body, as thick as my wrist, and ended in a bulbous head. The tentacles writhed around wildly and then withdrew into. I would do almost anything for her. She wants you badly. While you were up here in the shower, she was busy telling me how much she was ‘in love’ with you. Obviously, she has no clue what that is doing to me. I am about to pull my fucking hair out right now. It is driving me nuts, watching her throw herself at you. Now tell me exactly what Mrs. Sullivan said to you when she talked to you alone?” Amber vented and demanded.“She asked me to describe exactly what my relationship with CC was. I had. Involuntarily, my hips rise slightly off the table to meet his touch, as he pushes deep inside me, and I feel him push against my hymen. "I think we've got everything now," Fiona suddenly announces from behind him.He pulls his hand away quickly."There we are. All done," he says, with a smile, as if fingering a teenager's pussy is all part of the normal process.Then, he takes a few sheets of kitchen towel off a roll, and wipes the gel off my tummy."We don't want your clothes getting messed up..