Most of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my curre...t unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had disappeared in the various moving adventures of the past year, and I was in no position to buy some new ones for the very hot weather we were having. Besides, it's the end of August now and the stores think it's winter; they're full of. This was becoming a familiar smell to me. I loved it.Knowing that I could not get as busy as Katrina, I just kept patting my Kitty Kat as she purred for attention. We were less than 5 miles from the Inner Harbor and Katrina was still going strong. Her panties were on the floor, with the vibrator still lodged in them. Katrina had now dropped the remote and was pushing her fingers on one hand into and out of her pussy. With the other hand, she was two fingering her ass hole. This was new to me. The noise of jostling passenger seemed to fade."I've sent for transport. It'll take some time; the roads are littered with bodies and barricades. Once it's here we'll get you two down to the newly liberated prison."Marcel smiled. "I know it well; empty now, I believe, except for enemies of the revolution." He had spent many years enduring pain and humiliation there. He smiled at his unexpected fortune of changing sides at this opportunistic moment."Please we haven't done anything wrong," Zoë. The message that most of them got out of this was that even the most loyal officers could be hurt and humiliated by the Mountain if it suited his ill temper. None of them were safe under the Mountain’s auspices, not unless Decran protected them. That was far less likely now that he had been taught not to risk the displeasure of Ser Gregor. None of them were safe until Clegane was removed ... then they could survive. He was a burden around their necks, not their savior at all.That was the nasty.