Several locals were underinvestigation also.Lisa spoke, "Trisha Anne was sold to a local tribal leader near theborder of what was Burma, now called My...nmar, and India. He's a semiregular business associate of Torque's." Is she still there?" Jeri asked."I don't know," Lisa said, "Torque's records of her end with her saleand transfer of ownership. I've begun a search elsewhere but it maytake a while."Jeri sat quietly watching Lisa. It was weird watching her because shesat unmoving like a. With that threat Brain rammed so hard into me that I could do nothing but raise my upper body from the floor. Just as quick, Brian slammed my head back to the floor and rammed furiously into my prostrate butt. All I could do was cry and whimper as Brain assaulted my butt like a wild man, Doug stood watching Brain for some time. Brain finally could hold back no longer and flooded my butt with his baby making fluid. Slipping his hands under my chest, Brain twisted my nipples with his fingers and. "Can I join you?" Of course, Steve," said Moesha. "We were just talking about you." Should I be worried?" he asked. "Are you plotting against me, again?" Not plotting, exactly. Planning, perhaps," Mary said, taking up the thread of the conversation. "We were asking Moesha and Abema about themselves, their interests, how they felt about having sex with you; nothing of any importance."Steve rolled his eyes. This was another conversation he wasn't going to enjoy. Eventually, he supposed he'd get. Jeans wouldn't work again, but bicycle shorts are pretty much unisex, so that's all I added to the outfit- that, along with some white sports socks and the white Reeboks- where only the lining is pink, added up to a somewhat feminine outfit that allowed me to retain some masculinity, at least internally. But as I passed the mirror on the way out of the room, I had a flashback of my earlier whipping, and of the daydream I had when I sucked-off Paul. I knew that my outfit wasn't feminine enough,.