Her head felt light, and she soondrifted off into blackness. There was no time to even cry out as sheslumped to the floor. When she came to, she was s...tting on the bed. Her arms and legs seemedstrangely stiff, and she couldn't move them. As she opened her eyes, shefound that this was the least of her problems. She was facing a full-length mirror, and what she saw both horrified andshocked her. She looked like a toy, a large doll dressed all in pink. Mistress Monica and Yvonne were sitting in. "Yes Sir?" Get eight men up, dressed, and fully armed; we have a problem." Yes Sir." The Sgt.immediately replied and walked out to start hammering on other doors.I quickly did my three Ss, and after a moment's thought, pulled a CS&S pilot's overall on over my shoulder holster. The Glock wouldn't be easy to get at, but I'd have some alert Marines with me.As I did this, my mind flashed to the yesterday's events that had led up to this.When we arrived on Thursday after an urgent call from Steve. Jillian went about his work almost as if nothing unusual was going on,but it wasn't long before he was almost deafened by the music in thesitting room, as the various couples drifted downstairs and starteddrinking again. As each room was vacated, he hurriedly changed thebedding and cleaned, still trying to keep downstairs in some form oforder.By half past one, he was told to prepare some of the snacks he usuallydid as nibbles to accompany aperitifs, but a lot more of them. He hadpastry in the. She had lifted her tops just above her boobs, showing her bra and then dropped it. I loved her teasing. I told her how sexy her waist was and how I would love to lick her navel. She smiled and lifted her tops above her boobs. She was wearing a black bra. I saw her boobs and asked her to remove her bra.She put her hands back and tried to unhook her bra. After a few seconds, she told me, “I couldn’t unhook it. I think it got stuck. Why don’t you come over and unhook it?”“Baby, I would have made.