He took out a black thong, wich he commanded me to put on. Then he gave med a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter, and then a short, black skirt. T...en a tight, long sleeved T- shirt, and a under bust-corsage which he tightened himself. Too tight for me to breathe properly, of cause. At last, he took out a pair of flat, black ballerinas with silk laces to go around the ankles, and a collar with a ring for my neck. Then he brushed my hair. I looked I a mirror, and had to admit that I looked. ”“We’ll have an electrician out here to fix it tomorrow morning,” Trip said, and Blackie nodded.“No problem,” the inspector said. “I’ll go ahead and sign off on the house.”I wondered at that, but he seemed to trust that Trip would make things right, so I kept my mouth shut. Still, I felt a wave of relief when he signed the final inspection certificate.“It’s always a pleasure, gentlemen,” he said as he shook hands with Blackie and Trip. “Y’all do good work. You too, Paul. Good job.”I shook his. Then they do something that hurts worse—they smear a thick gel over my injuries and connect a box to the gel. It's like millions of bugs biting me all at once." I'll ask about that," I said. "You haven't complained about forced sex."Brandi began weeping again. I had observed Brandon Gates being physically affectionate with both engineers during the recent failed mission. "What happens underway stays in space," is a slogan. I held Brandi and she buried her face in my chest."It's not a good idea. “You are a fag” I’ve taken so much poppers and I’m in so much pain, I can’t get hard, but cum is dripping from my soft clitty “You love cock” I feel fantastic- I’ve had an orgasm, maybe orgasms like I’ve never had before “You are a sissy slut”. I begin riding Bam faster, and I reach for my poppers again, “You love cock” I’m never satisfied. Bouncing on Bam and staring at the flashing images like a gooned out sissy “You are a fag” I hit the poppers hard again. I’m making all kinds of.