The unexpected shots coming from the house, and the explosion caused Catherine's team to aggressively roll up the opposing force, a thing they did wit... deadly efficiency. Catherine finally made it back to the bedroom to check on me, and asked what happened. "See those two crispy critters over there – the ones with no faces? They decided to firebomb us, so I made them stop."Catherine looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Her guys were checking out the dead and wounded, nothing. That mousy look gave her natural good looks something wildly erotic to him, aside from her body and position of course. Jennifer, mousy or not, was lying on the bed looking like a wanton slut, just the way she wanted to be, and with the people she wanted to be a slut with. Her son waiting for her, and her husband sitting in the chair whacking his meat.The mother of two supported her upper body on her elbows, her tits gleaming in the light, and her legs were spread and lifted, bent at the knees.. Collagen treatments pumped up my lips to what Master John refers to as "cocksucker lips". I continued to love my new found femininity and submissiveness and would rarely object to anything Master John suggested. But when he mentioned breasts implants I panicked and said no. Master John countered that I already looked like a girl, the hair, the figure, the clothes and that I dressed all the time. Plus he would give me a job in his small company as a secretary. After thinking about it, I. I think the thing I'llremember the most about this weekend is the sight of her finely groomednail polished fingers on my panty hose clad leg. She lifted the skirt upa little and I saw my slip. "Pretty slip," she whispered in my ear. "AndI know how pretty your panties are, girly-girl." A couple of boys triedtalking with us after the service but we didn't give them muchattention. Miss Johnson had to spend some time with some socialcommittee and we just sat and talked with some other girls at.