Let's get you in theshower and naired, and then we'll get you changed and beginpracticing." With that she dragged me off to the shower and rubbed her...air removal lotion all over my body. It sucked having to stand therefor a good fifteen or twenty minutes as we waited for the lotion to doits job. She left me in the room by myself as we waited for thelotion to do its job. After several minutes she came back in,completely naked as well, with the nag of stuff, and rinsed the creamoff and with. They visited Anatoly's interrogation specialist to watch for results. While Smyth provided a lot of information about the operations, he could not help in identifying the head man. The only thing they learned was that the man was called either "The Creator" or "Father Pain." It was believed he was a catholic priest, but nothing was further was revealed.The slaver's customers were used as examples to Smyth. Smyth would watch them be slowly butchered. Everything that was being done to them was. “Ooo, mmm, Joe,” she moaned a little louder. Joe took his hand away from her wet pussy and slapped her left breast hard. “Ouch!” Joy screamed. Her hand almost went to cover her sore breast and she thought she had better not. “That slap was for not saying ‘Sir’, slave.” “Sorry, Joo, Sir,” she replied, almost making the same mistake again. Joe placed his hand back between her soaked thighs cupping her pussy getting more of her juices on his fingers. Breaking contact from her pussy he. She even toldus, off the record, of course, about a great web site to get femalehormones from, won't that be great? Now, what do you think we shouldchange our name to?"It was even signed, with my signature, of course. I cried. This had toend, now. I couldn't cope with this anymore, and I knew what I had todo: I grabbed a pair of scissors, and took them to my wardrobe. Itkilled me that I had to leave at least one pair of girly jeans, and thepink and white trainers (my most 'male' clothes now) so.