I grew up Catholic in a small town which creates it's own sense ofconfusion. My mother was always trying to get me to go out with girls inhigh school... but I just wasn't interested. The truth was that I sortasuspected that I was gay, but being raised as I was in one of those smalltowns where everyone knew everybody else's business, I learned to suppressit. Sometimes I'd take a peak at my older sister's Playgirl magazines andmasturbate, but beyond that I didn't dare act on my impulses. I. So I proceeded to slip off my loafers and jeans. Every now and then I snuck a look at Kerry, who was overseeing my actions approvingly. I took off my sweatshirt, so that now I was fully exposed in the bra, garter skirt, nylon panties and stockings I had been wearing under my street clothes. Kerry seemed to drink in the sight of me. “Now, put on the heels,” Kerry directed. I did as I was told, trying to be as natural as possible. However, as I placed the left heel on my foot, I felt my. Her lips pulled back in a rictus grin, hands forming fists on either side of her forehead, her breathing rasped between her even white teeth that were locked together. Her climax rippled and folded her, come leaked from her sex, to pool on the floor between her parted legs.Gradually, she regained control of her synaptic senses, her breathing settled and her lips covered her teeth in a tight line. She gasped something unintelligible and grasped John’s arm in a vice like clawing grip. He kissed. The aliens jumped, as it appeared that they didn't expect him to be awake. One of the aliens walked silently to over to Rob and bent fluidly down to stare at him. Rob desperately struggled again to get free but it wasn't any use."Don't struggle, you'll hurt yourself!" said the alien with a cold, clinical human voice."Please Let me go" was Rob's desperate plea" No, you have been selected for our experiment" replied the alien."What experiment?" asked Rob who was getting truly frightened as he was.