”“Oh, no, Richie, The C.,” she cried, playing on is recent DJ radio broadcast from Arnold’s.“I told you I don’t want any back talk,” he ...aid sternly. “I’ve made up my mind.” She pulled his shirt off and placed it on the bed. “Now let’s get these panties down,” he said. Joanie remarkably reached under her poodle skirt and pulled her undies down to her knees and let them drop to the floor. “There,” she said, “Now you’re ready for your spanking. Come with me.” He took her by the hand and led her. "The outfit," I give one of those high pitched shrieks of hysteria. "I was called from my bed by an emergency," I say by way of an explanation.I have lived among aliens, what did I care about the human clothing taboo, but something about being stared at by these three men human men, suddenly had me wishing I had stopped a moment to put something else on."Never mind that," I wave away their interest with exasperated hiss of my breath. I don't have to think about how I had gotten here."Will you. When the meal was over they cleared the table and mistress Anna placed the blindfold back on my face. I was incredibly confused in particular as she whispered, "it's time for dessert" into my ear. She brought me back to my knees and I was wondering what she could possibly mean. The apartment wasn't big and the door hadn't opened so there couldn't possibly be a man here. I heard them all changing clothes and giggling as they got ready I assumed to take advantage of me. The sound of heels. “Relax you’re safe here; we’re all sex clones. Admitting it doesn’t mean you have to be ashamed of it. There’s plenty of cum to go around here, so no need to be competitive either.”“T-thanks. I’m Sierra.”“Nice to meet you, Sierra, but I don’t think we have time to chat. Doesn’t your shift start like... now?”“Oh, shoot.”Sierra tugged down on the skirt of her nurse uniform several times as she speed-walked to her assigned masturbation room. But stretching her skirt over her buns was always a.