Alex’s mouth was open wide. “Hi I’m Cindy.” She held her hand up to shake his and when he reached over to shake it, Cindy said, “and I’m ...ot wearing panties either.” The surprise on Alex’s face was priceless. “Happy birthday, honey,” I said. “Want to get out of here?” He nodded his head, unable to speak. We drove to the Best Western and once inside, Cindy and I stripped off Alex’s clothes. I sucked his dick as she rubbed her hands up and down the shaft. She tickled his balls, and when I sat. She loved how his hands were against her bosoms and lightly and tenderly playing with them and also her nipples too. He talked to her, she listened, but mainly she simply sat there in the warmth of that bath water while he tended to her beautiful breasts she “carried around” for his pleasure and his pleasure only or so he thought. “Enjoying this I hope?” he asked. She softly said yes as if a smile had appeared on her face, which she knew he’d interpret it that way, but she also knew he couldn’t. Though Julia hadn't spoken to her father about what had happened in the car on Monday night, there had been an unspoken solidarity between them, a shared confusion about what had happened.Trisha had barely acknowledged Roger as a human since her grotesque transformation; it seemed to Julia that her newfound love of women was matched (if not exceeded) by a sudden hatred of men, and Roger seemed to be the one to bear the brunt of it. Julia's father had been patient, and though he'd tried -. An outfit of hunting pink was made for him and he was instructed in the etiquette of the chase. He was not yet a man, in Kobekistan that would not be until he attained his majority on his twenty-third birthday, and so must not be in the forefront of the hunt, but should trail a decent distance behind the Emir. He was not yet a man, so he should not participate in the 'kill', though he might watch his elders and betters take their turns with the 'quarry'.An Englishman transported to Kobekistan.