I meant, you want me to stay, don't you?" I began to get a little worried by his new attitude, like he was going to get angry with me or something. "...es, I want you to stay." I said, hoping to placate him. He laughed out loud in relief. "So you're letting me stay then? You don't want me to pay? No, I mean, you don't want me to pay." He stated, putting emphasis on the 'don't'. "You can stay. I don't want you to pay." What was coming over me? Suddenly I was almost afraid of Steve. . I could still smell the faint aroma of the perfume I had usedthe night prior. Heather even helped me with some. Neither of us hadmakeup, but I was pleased that I still looked feminine as I could stillsee traces of mascara. Once we were done I felt a little fear as webegan to walk out of the cubicle we had slept in. Heather grabbed me bythe arm and dragged me along."Come on Nicole, you can't hide forever you know. Daddy will still loveyou; he might kill you, but still love you," she said. My body was changing, but into what? My fears would always come to the surface any time I felt pleasure or pain levels rise above my ability to comprehend them. Was I changing into something I wanted or was there something else going on? One day I decided I must know regardless. With a single thought I switched off all of my mental and physical resistance and control, raising my tolerance to any levels of pain or pleasure that would be necessary to initiate my transformation, unreservedly. She took it in her left hand and her fingers didn't touch due to its thickness. Just then a guy jumped up and said if we are gang banging this woman he isn't going first. Turns out only one other guy was larger than him. My wife said she spoke up and who said there is going to be a gang bang? They all stood and each one dropped their pants to expose thick black hard cocks. She knew she couldn't say no to all those hard dicks. Lifting her skirt she took her panties down and bent over and placed.