So get used to the idea, Bobbie dearest, you're going to be indrag for some time to come. And the worst news of all as far as yourconcerened is that I...don't think a stitch of clothing went up thoseattic steps after ... oh, say maybe ... 1963. I do so hope you lovethose form-fitting Fifties fashions.Bobbie staggered backwards and slumped against the wall of the building.Trapped! I'm trapped as a woman until she lets me go. I don't have anychoice really. I don't have any money or clothes. I'm. My work was done. It’s amazing what small things make such large impacts.At home, nothing was mentioned after the suggestion of Tony’s pizza and beer, so junk food and suds made the menu. Groceries were for tomorrow, and we had ice cream for tonight, but the freezer was raided and frozen pizza, paper plates, beer, and each other’s company was how we spent the evening. The tired nature of the group created a much more sedate environment than one might have expected, but the cool water of the. This hurts like a bitch.”“Where’s Yuta, anyhow?” Simmons asked.“She said she was going to get something to eat at the log,” Velez replied as he rubbed his neck. “But if you ask me, she’s taken a liking to that one Araxie soldier. It’s pretty easy to mistake Borealan bedroom eyes for a murderous stare, but I know the difference.”“One of you should go keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t create an international incident,” Simmons grumbled. “Are you going to need an escort while you perform. But her captors wanted to play some more."You might miss Thanksgiving dinner, bitch," smiled Jenny. ' We can't have that now ... Maybe we should give you a little pussy appetizer for that hungry mouth of yours." And with that, the teasing, tormenting trio pulled down their own jeans and panties and took turns rubbing their pussy mounds against Cathy's nose and gagged mouth. They all got off on the fun they were having. They had not noticed, but Cathy was getting off on it too, as indeed she had.