This one is a short about another significant event inmy life-my fiftieth high school reunion, held of course in a hotel in myhome town, not where I l...fe now. Since I hadn't seen my classmates (mostof them anyway) in almost half a century, and most of them hadn't seenME either-I decided that if I was going to be true to who I now was, Ishould go. I went just about everywhere else as a woman, this shouldn'tbe any different.The committee (several of the A list girls in the class-Maura,. There'll be no challenge in this. Part of you wants to just sit back and leave these guys to someone else but the thought of a multi million pound super suit being used to just peep on these guys getting a beating from Wolverine or someone is nothing short of creepy. The thugs run out of the bank, alarm blaring, carrying sports bags. At least they left the burlap sacks with dollar signs at home."Come on dudes! That one's not even wearing a mask!" you feel like shouting out. That does it, you. They were tied to the chairs and were in their own little world. Unknown to the reporters, President Clinton was one of the two now under the VR world's control. Few knew of the secret agreements with US Congress and Hilary was that he had to spend few hours to make him see from the other side of sexual harassment. Now he was Hilary enduring the Monica problems, who still in the White House, was busy giving the President Clinton of this VR world another oral sex session.In the other chair, Mrs.. Slowly you spread your legs and pressed your wrist harder against yourself, feeling it brush your panties up along against your pussy. You notice you're face entered a grimace, and quickly peered around the room again. John was watching you again, this time he didn't flick his eyes away. They were staring dead straight at you. A rush of warmth fill your cheeks, you instantly turn away and turn your phone to lock. You lift your hand to the keyboard and start typing rapidly, producing incoherent.