Sara wasn’t looking. She was soaping herself up. Her soapy hands were gliding across her naked body and her wet tits jiggling. After a minute or ...wo, her hands slid up to her breasts and she began to squeeze her nipples. Danny and Kayla continued to watch as Sara began to fondle her own tits. It turned them on, but then they really got a show that made them horny. Sara’s right hand drifted down below the water and her legs spread apart. They could see her arm moving and knew that Sara was. .not important. You can call me Alex. I am a research scientist working for [REDACTED]. We study various things, but the area of research relevant to our story is the field of genetic and biological change. Let me explain. The research into genetic modification had been mandated by President Trampe in order to prove to the world that his orange butt had not conspired with foreign interests against the Unified Society of America. Most people found his antics tiresome and a few found him. Thinking that he was taking the place ofa young waitress called Amy, apparently kidnapped at the same time, heallowed himself to be dressed and made up as a sexy French maid. He was forced to suck the dinner guests' cocks and swallow their cum, andthen be anally penetrated over and over again. He had thought the crowninghumiliation was to have to eat out Amy, who it turned out was not a victimat all, but the daughter of the event organiser. But no, that came on theway home when, dressed now as. “Do you see all of those security cameras?” she asked. “Yes,” he responded, hesitantly. “You know someone is watching us then, yes?” her voice making it more of a statement than a question. “I do,” he said, and she could see by the sudden flush in his cheeks that this knowledge excited him not just a little. Taking his hand and sliding it beneath her dress, she whispered again. “Do you feel how damp you’ve made me? How very much my body wants yours, and now?” He nodded mutely, his hand pressed.