She couldn’t bear to put the clothes back on that she’d been abducted in ... the clothes that Gabriel Batiste had made her drop on the floor as sh... stood, helplessly following his commands. She only dimly remembered the walk from the opera hall to the motel. It was tempting to believe that the whole thing was just some crazy nightmare, except there was actual, physical evidence of the assault. He’d pinched her left nipple and pulled it cruelly. The pain had been unimaginable, but she hadn’t. Paul's mother then put her new daughter through a crash course in how to walk properly in heels, how to put on make up and women's clothes. As Paul placed his breasts forms into his bra, he wondered if he'd be able to see his feet over his new female chest. Paul soon showed up with his mother at the hotel they'd be staying at. While his mother dressed down in a yellow tee shirt, gray shorts and sneakers, she made her new daughter dress up in a skimpy floral print spaghetti strap that barely. The guy he had kicked in the balls was starting to rise, so Glen kicked him in the face. The steel toed work boot that he was wearing inflicted considerable damage on the guy. Glen knew he wouldn’t be getting up for quite a while. The fourth guy decided that escape was the better part of valor and ran.Glen stood over the remaining three waiting for one of them to make a move. It wasn’t long before the deputy arrived. He surveyed the scene and put cuffs on Glen. He was using the new style. She walked around behind the couch and trailed a hand along its surface. “You’re not in a hurry, are you, sweetheart?” I sighed to myself, working my cock just a bit harder. She loved throwing out a sweetheart, or a sweetie, or a stud, or a darling to some guy she was fucking. It was one of those little things I always thought was hot about the way she was when she was with a guy. She usually just calls me Barry, or hot thing, and the only one of her “other guy” endearments she ever uses.