Not a handgun like the one in my hand. An automatic weapon. I searched for emotional signatures. Jerome was... in the master bedroom, I think. Nora wa...... No! Where... ?Ah, there she is. What about Dad? Nothing. The same held true for Jason, Sara and Donna. Marsha, too. I started to panic, but then remembered the bomb shelter was lead lined. Did lead stop my emotion sensors like Superman's x-ray vision? No, lead lined is irrelevant. The master bedroom closet is over thirty feet away. Get a grip. Years later I was surfing net looking for sissy sites, crossdressingsites, etc. I had come across this one site and was there. It was hereI met a fellow sissy who was out doing what "she" does best and thatsrecruit for a domme and slave site. Well I joined it and met a coupleof dommes over the first 8 to 10 months and nothing really interestinghappened. As I said nothing really interesting happened and Icontinued to wear big gurl panties and bras and skirts etc.I then had the wonnderful. He then told her to relax and said that it might sting a little but he needed to find out what the problem was. so with a little apprehension he took his middle finger and held it an inch away from her bare pussy entrance. when she asked what he was doing he said just give me a sec ive never done this before. ok she said to him acting a little annoyed. it was then that he touched her pussy with his index finger and she let out a low quiet squeek that could hardly be heard but adam heard it all. "That should do it." Especially since the alterations would save the company several thousand dollars... and he'd get the credit. Just then, I noticed that Betsy had stepped out of her office and was coming straight towards me with a predatory grin. "I've got some more reports for you to type up you stupid little slut." And with that, she dropped the reports onto my desk and started moving away, adding, "I've got a hot date tonight." I glared at her but did nothing, instead focusing on the.