“No, I'm Beavis!” squealed Kitty.“No, I'm Beavis!” echoed Tamara.“No, I'M Beavis!” exclaimed Annelle.“I'm Darren?” said the perpetuall... perplexed Peckham.“Huh.” tutted one of the soldiers. “I know what to do....has someone in here been....” he paused, taking a deep breath “BREAKING THE LAW?”Involuntarily, both #2 and #3 leapt to their feet, nodding their heads wildly, their hands thrashing about in mid-air as if playing guitars. They chorused a mantra of “BREAKIN' THE LAW, BREAKIN' THE LAW -. The weight of thetwo large (I later found out C cup) breasts felt alien that's for sure.She helped me on with the bra and then had me put the dress back on. Ithung in the right places and fit much better which made me hate it evenmore.The next item was a cocktail dress in black. It wasn't too low cut so itdidn't show too much cleavage which was good as there was an obviousline on the breast forms. The girls said that would never do and shadedthe edge with some kind of body makeup until the. Mylegs are stretched to their limit by the impossibly high heels. They workto exaggerate the swing of my hips and buttocks causing them to gyratefrom side to side with every carefully measured step. My female gait, andshortened heel to toe stride help me to safely navigate forward as Ilisten to the clip-clop rhythm of heels upon the pavement. I manage toenter the building without stumbling. Hearing some wolf whistles ofappreciation I am mortified at attracting so much attention. It istherefore. “Yes, indeed.” I whispered. “Yes, indeed.” “But now I want you to fill me to the brim with your juices. I want you to feel the same delight that you have so kindly given me.” “My lady is generous.”With that he bowed his head and I held him close. The intensity of his thrusts filled my body with indescribable pleasure yet again, but now my mind was elsewhere. I shut my eyes and ran my hand tenderly down his spine; from the base of his skull to his lower back. I did this repeatedly as he thrust.