I pulled out a nice short kilt skirt, white thin top, light pink bra that shows enough through the top, no panty and stockings to keep warm. I pulled ...n my pink fuck me heels, put on my makeup, grabbed my coat and left. I was wet with anticipation on my drive to the bar. I called Matt to let him know I was on my way. The bar was packed by the time I got there. It was close to 10PM and I made my way through the crowd to the place Matt mentioned he and Art were hanging out. Matt recognized me. The angle of her head when she batted her eyes allowed Frank to see under the visor of her cap. It vaguely dawned on him that Eva was a person talking to him, not a noisy problem that stuck to his shoe from the end of the driveway.Are her eyes different colors?Don’t read anything into this other than the fact that it was a stray thought that popped into his head. Something made it over the wall in his head. Wondering about the color of her eyes implies curiosity, and he needed that like JFK. There was even mention of dramatic mind control to ensure he never regained any intelligence.It took surprisingly little persuading on his part to get his boyfriend on board. He was all up for having his perfect empty-headed cum slut to use and abuse daily. So he called and made the appointment for as soon as possible.The day arrived and Alex had hardly slept at all. It actually wasn’t nerves that kept him awake. Some of it was his boyfriend who seemed more energetic than usual. He fed him so. He gave a smile and the occasional light touch to the naga women who surrounded him once he entered the room. Much to their distain and disappointment, he only had eyes for Keidia and his new Ailysia. They were still next to the pool, but Ailysia had fallen into a light sleep. Keidia rested beside her, her tail still protectively wrapped around the sleeping girl. The naga woman looked up as Jahir came to stand above them. She smiled gently at him and offered her hand. He took it and kissed it.