Soooo soft yet sooooo hot. I felt her tits for what seemed like ages while she quietly stood and closed her eyes to save herself the humiliation. I ru...bed her nipples in and pinched them. She was biting her lips to stop the moans but i could make out that inspite of the circumstances she was enjoying the touch. Her breathing had quickened and also her face and tits were turning deep red. I was standing behind her now fondling her tits and pinching her nipples while my hard on was firmly wedged. ?Jesus,? said the other.?Can I put my feet down???Yeah. No point looking at what we can?t have.???Show time,? said blue polo shirt, and her stomach flip-flopped involuntarily. ?Come on. Stand there. Put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. I?m not going to chain you. This is theater.?The Asian woman said, ?Stand straight. Move your left foot back about three inches and at an angle to the right one and raise your heel so your weight in on your toes on that foot. Good. . It was insane, there were drunk people everywhere. I was wearing my favorite jean short-shorts, and a white top that showed off my tan fit belly and my C-cup boobs. My long brown hair was straightened, and honestly, I looked so good I would have fucked myself.Immediantly guys started hitting on me. At first I was flattered, where I had come from boys had never been so bold to just come up to me and try to hook up. But I soon realized they were drunk pussies who were tripping all over. And why he found parts of this world so strange.Kikker dwelling were one such strangeness. They were human. That was the problem, as His Grace saw it. The buildings were constructed exactly as humans would do so. Exactly, in fact, as the Polish built them. No special flourishes which indicated some aspect of their culture, no design which would cause a Pole to give a home a second look if it was transported back to Nowy Warsaw. It was as if, one day, the Kikker had gone from living in the ponds.