Her hair tucked under the bandages, the few strands that stuck out dark from sweat. Her body so small in that antiseptic white bed. My Allora.Gone.It ...elt like somebody had wrapped a band around my chest, and pulled it tight. I couldn't breathe. I turned away from Erica, so she wouldn't have to see me lose it. She'd suffered enough already. I felt the tears rise, unbidden, and I started for the gate. I had to get out of there.I barely made it as far as the driveway. It was too much. I closed. Melissa was captivated by her deep dark eyes which seemed to understand her wanderings which had lead her to this place. The girl reached out, stroking Melissa on the chin as she cooed, "You are delightful, my pretty one." Melissa felt her cheeks burning, as much from the heat of her touch as from the seductive teasing in her voice. “My name is I Desire. As you may have guessed, I am not from this place. I am a travelling merchant of sorts. I trade rare and beautiful commodities." Melissa. As they work, theirhands keep stroking your erect manhood, caressing your pink bottom,shaking your pretty Tail to make you Moo-oo! and flicking your stiffnipples until your breasts jiggle shamelessly!They turn your head this way and that, using that awful nose-ring tohold you still. And when they're through, you have mascaraed eyelids;big, l-o-n-g dark Artificial Lashes, rouged cheeks (top and bottom!) apretty red-lipped mouth painted on your gag... to match your red-paintednails... and a long. I am also now your special hostess and the Mistress for the Day over these bitches. Let me put this last one away. Then we will begin the punishment party.’ She motioned for the topless woman to follow. ‘Come along, loser.’ Sarah was good at her military job, trained equally to handle inebriated and unruly enlisted men or testosterone laden, horny officers. That often involved physical restraint, first hands only bodily tactics and then shackles and confinement as necessary. Wrist locks,.