I didn't feel like I was hanging by my wings. Rather it felt as if my whole being was floating. The closest I can think of is floating in a swimming p...ol. Except that it did not take any effort to go up or down. Just a flick of a feather seemed to enact a change. I didn't have to think about it either. It was like moving your arm or just walking somewhere.I could feel this stupid grin on my face. I couldn't get it off. This was just the bomb.Lara drifted over, "Tight, huh?" She had the same. She tried not to think about it. The real Maya had to be in there somewhere. Despite the bruises and the lingering effects of the robot ramming her, Sue’s body was succumbing to Maya’s improvised technique. The hyper-sexual responsiveness affecting her had not lessened in the slightest, even if her enthusiasm had. Her clit had been spared from damage, and it was impatient for its needs to be met, as was the rest of her body. Contrary to the disconnected zombie look, Maya had an uncanny ability. Luckily for him, he stayed unconscious while Otto probed for the bullets and cleaned out the wounds. He finished by washing the wounds with whiskey before Martha sewed them up. All three wounds were flesh wounds, no broken bones, so they would be painful, but the Hopi should recover completely. During the night, the Indian passed from unconsciousness to simple sleep, and they were able to relax and get some sleep, themselves.The next morning, Martha fed the Indian some broth made from the. My beautiful real hair wigcompleted the transition.I now began to dress myself, starting with a customone-piece foundation that adds curves where needed andcinches my waist into a fabulous hour-glass figure.Over this I now put on some of the new things I boughttoday, a new camisole & tap pants set and a laceygarter-belt. I was just sliding on my second stocking,when I suddenly realized that I was not alone.Standing in the doorway was one of our data entryclerks, a voluptuous young lady named.