I can imagine his thoughts. A medium height, auburn haired beauty, with rumpled hair, smeared makeup and cum dripping from her face, chest and legs. T...e stench of sex permeated the air in and around the booth. He must have approved, because he gripped her shoulders, turned her around and applied pressure to indicate she should get to her knees. I'm not sure if she went willingly or was just too weak to stand on her own yet, but she complied. He bent her over the bench so her face was toward the. ..” She sighed. “I don’t really want to talk to the shifter...”“Then why are you here?” Bryce asked, his ears perking up. “Like, Tiff, just because she asks doesn’t mean you have to do anything.”Tiff bit her lip, then shrugged. “I guess ... I mean, I was told about the Omni-Imperium. They, like, started out as slaves of the Nglock or whatever they’re called. And they kicked themselves free with their cool shapeshifting mojo. But now they’re, like, enslaving other people ... it’s, like, a really. The answer pulled into the drive even as my mind formed the question. Getting out of the car was a stocky Mexican who I recognized as being a member of Frank's company softball team, and surprise, surprise, pulling in right behind him was Sylvia's husband Frank. Laughing and high-fiveing the two men walked into the house together. As soon as the door closed behind them I was out of the car and across the street and moving down the side of the house looking for a way to see inside; an open. Sandra motions me to stand, I do and our lips meet again. My belt is opened followed by my jeans. Finally no longer held back by the restricting fabric I feel an urgent sense of release. I kick off my shoes and Sandra moves my pants down my legs until they fall to the floor. Stepping out of them requires two steps back. I remove my socks and am left standing in only my underwear. I gaze at the beauty standing before me. Her soft features, the horney look in her eyes, perfect bust, hips and.