."You are completely under our control. Do not resist. Youcannot escape. Fighting can only delay the inevitable anddelay your ultimate acceptance and ...leasure..."A few months from now, you will be completely transformedinto a female ? mentally and physically. The transformationwill occur slowly ? especially at first ? and it willproceed only with your desire and acceptance." You can't do this... I would never give in to this," Itried to scream. But the drugs from the IV weakened me andthe. Circling Amy’s tight little spot repeatedly with my instrument, I allowed her initial trepidation to dissipate. As her nervousness gave way to pleasure, I could sense her tension easing. Confident that she was ready for more, I pressed ever so lightly against her rosebud. Holding steady there against her body’s involuntary resistance, I waited patiently before easing forward just slightly more. Amy pushed back cautiously, controlling the growing pressure herself until I felt a sudden jolt of. The weight of the silenced handgun in her small backpack was just in case things went wrong.Quickly, she covered the ground to the wide porch, shorted out the alarm sensor, and pried the flimsy door open with the thin blade. The pictures from Architectural Digest had shown carpets and throw rugs all the way upstairs, so she wouldn't have to cover the soles of her feet. The muddy footprints would just confuse the cops, but let them know who had been here.The snoring reached her ears even at the. Well young as in his early twenties I’d say. And fit and obviously active.Yeah, I was semi bored because I wasn’t getting any instant girlfriend feedback on my great legs. I watched the pool guy instead, perving on his cute tight buns in his short, shorts. He was skim raking a few nuisance leaves from the pool. He caught me checking him out. I tried to pretend I was mobile phone engaged but my girlfriends weren’t responding. Where were their bitch tweets and selfies when you needed them?Shit,.