Brush the hair out, let it fall over the shoulders, and put in the silver barrette for contrast. A bit of mascara, and a quiet lipstick like “Truly ...offee” should fill out the look of a good Catholic girl. I slipped on my Navy Caridad pumps. Leather upper, square toe and a two-inch heel with good arch support. Mmm, good shoes feel good. I tucked my keys into my blue purse, turned out the lights, closed the door, and left.Georgetown has good roads, so the ten-minute drive was peaceful. I do. "Excellent! I'll look forward to your call."++++Greg shifted in the cage uncomfortably as he tried to move along the bottom of the tank. The belly scales plucked along the edges until she felt the thick plug being tugged just along her scaled vent. A sharp spasm of anger and humiliation washed over her as she felt intimately the way she'd lost what manhood she used to have. Her body felt so sore, her passage felt raw and aching, almost as if it were burning. She twisted her head a little as she. He couldn't help running his free hand over her legs as they kissed.He had felt nylon before. But never actually on a girls legs. Once, awhile back, he had found a pair of his mothers old tights. He hadfigured that she had plenty and wouldn't miss one pair. So he tookthem and hid them under his mattress. Later that night he had wrappedthem round his cock as he wanked into them. Back then, to him, that hadfelt like heaven. But this was so much better. Now, here he was,running his hands over. She threw her head back onto the pillow. The fear, and desire were both so strong, that her eyes teared up, and she cried, "No, no!"She wasn't entirely sure however, if she meant "No, stop." or "No, don't stop."She felt like she was losing her mind, and managed to gasp in a pathetic whine, "What are you doing to me?" between sobs.He stroked, and swirled his tongue in, and around the entrance of her tender hole, before raising his head."Shh, shh, shh, it's okay baby." he cooed, rubbing her belly.