And like its fellows, as far as she could tell, it was sexless. As she glanced around, she could see no difference in them – all were formed the sam..., and seemed unnatural, clumsily made counterfeits of humanity.But there was something different in the one who led them. She had tried at first to reason with the drogs, but they had rebuffed her every attempt, and soon made it plain that they would tolerate no more pleas from their prisoners. The leader, an ugly, scarred brute that she had named. But it wasn't healthy, Rick warned me, as the brush slid through my long hair, to continue to dwell on it. The thing was over, the man was gone, and it was time to move on.I listened, and tried to accept what Rick said. I nodded now and then, and mumbled a response or two.I wept. For the first time since all of this finished, I cried. Openly and without trying to stop, I bawled my eyes out, and somehow the hurt flowed with the tears. Not all of it. It's not as though it could just be washed. I was wearing a black narrow skirt that came below my knees, a tan button down sweater. I had on black leather knee high boots with 4 inch stacked heels. A bit audacious for work but not too obvious. No one could see that I had on black stockings with a bra, panties and matching garter belt set underneath.Mike's Story Wow! Receiving an email from Jenna was a major surprise. I had returned home in time to put out a major fire and save my Company thousands of dollars as well as some potential. An hour or so later, Jake woke up when Ann Marie began to stir. She moaned a little in her sleep, as if having a pleasant dream. Her eyes fluttered open and slowly came into focus staring into Jake's smiling face."Good morning, sleepyhead," he said gently. She only returned his smile. "Sleep well?" Yes," she purred. Jake leaned in and kissed her gently. Ann Marie melted into his arms. He started to grope her, but she pulled away. "You need a shower." I think that would be your fault," he.