You saw how three of thegirls with muscles - the gossip said they were really boys -- were hung bytheir wrists for hours at a time while Miss Brown an... other women as bigas she was squeezed and kneaded their arms until they were black and blue.Then those muscular girls had to endure other tortures until they finallyhad to have their arms in casts for two months. It seemed to work, though.One of those girls is two rows in front of you and her arms are as slenderas yours or any other girl in the. ..then I ventured to Fantasy land and imagined being filled with two cocks and my pussy instantly flowed with sweet juices. I would do it. I had to do it for my bodies sake. Friday arrived. The three of us exchanged text all day long about our excitement, while at work. Waiting for the day to come to an end and the night to come alive. They kept asking if I was positive that I was okay with this...each time I answered yes. I think they knew I was nervous because as the time got closer, I became. ."She gave a quick, dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, stop, I don't need that. Forget it."I said, "I mean, here I was, acting like that George character you talk about. How could anybody be dumb enough to treat you like that?"She shrugged. "Well, now, George was, uh, had his own unique kind of addictive magnetism, I guess. Astonishing. But, then, I think guys fall for the same thing in girls, too, don't they?"The waiter arrived, a polite, middle aged Chinese man. He took Ronnie's order, and. "And while I do appreciate the offer, you working, getting the serum and test strips made, is much more important to me."The workers looked crestfallen. They started gathering their clothes.Kay continued. "I need any and all of you to work as many hours as possible. Those who do, will get a special reception, held by all the goddesses."The crowd hurried to get back to work.When they had all left, Kay headed upstairs.As Kay exited the upstairs door, a familiar voice rang out. "Hi, Kay."She broke.