.I thrust my hand to mycrotch and found out some how I had gotten on some white panties and, yesinside the panties, felt my vagina. No, I didn't start...feeling myself out.I started crying. What is going on?!The door opened to my room. I re-velcroed my gown and turned to meet, Mr.Jones no less!"Ah, Ms. McPherson how are you feeling?" Cut the carp Mac, what's going on?" I thought our Ms. Franks had told you?" She said space aliens were taking over the US not that you were, changingbodies! Now. She gulped as much as she could, only a small amount escaped and rested just on top of those red lips. She stuck out her tongue and wiped her lips, and then her chin, and scoped up my goo off her tit and licked her nipple clean.She got up to her feet, and stood there looking down at me on her couch. I had wrapped my hand around my dick and was beating the last drop onto the floor. She said "You can get dress now and no one will have to know." I slowly got to my feet and got directly in front of. "No, not really," replied Miranda. "People will just assume you're offcovering a story. Information has been planted in your apartmentconcerning a story on the drug cartels. All information related to me hasbeen removed." "My friends will notice I'm missing," said Corrine. "What friends?" asked Miranda. "You have led a rather solitary life, abit of a lone wolf if I don't say so. You have no close friends, nofamily to speak of, no boss, and no colleagues to speak of; it's part ofthe reason why. I took a deep breath when I felt the slowly increasing grip of the vice, but I only felt a small pressure. Mark waited at least a minute before turning the screw again.When he turned it, the pressure grew definitely unpleasant. Watching me, Mark asked me, “does it hurt?”“No. Not really. But it is very unpleasant. It’s…throbbing.Mark nodded and slowly gave another turn.I gasped my breath and bit my lips. As the vice began to really press my testicle, I felt the first drops of sweat appearing on.