Her high-cut lace panties were so sheer that they seemed to have been airbrushed onto her body; the tender hues of her flawless, ivory flesh were plai...ly visible through the gossamer fabric. She suppressed an urge to place a slim hand over her cleavage. This was her first time before the camera, the dressing room was full of strangers, and she felt agonizingly self-conscious.Still, she had no reason to complain. A new life was opening for her. She was going to be a model. Maybe not a star like. This done you set about the task of covering your long smooth legs with your latex stockings, same with the shoulder gloves, pulling your delicate manicured hands into those long gloves always gets you moist. You sit down and insert the catheter, ooh the pain and the pleasure.You quickly clip your chastity cage over your cock, just in time,admiring your long black latex covered legs was getting you aroused again, With your cock firmly locked up and straining inside its cage you set about. “He fucking sucker-punched me,” he screamed to one passing Marine.The Marine hadn’t even noticed the guy before he’d screamed at him. He was hurrying to his duty station, late in relieving a guard. He didn’t know the Marine in front of him - but he could tell he wasn’t too long out of enhancement. Gunter wasn’t quite as big and bulky as a normal Marine.“Dude, take a pill,” the passing Marine scoffed, dismissing him and hurrying on his way.“FUCK!” Gunter yelled. Everyone fucking knew. Everyone. His other hand disappearedsomewhere up Ellen's skirt.George was furious at what he was witnessing. He sat there and stewedbefore deciding to fight fire with fire. A decision he would live toregret. He kissed Flip with as much passion he could muster and wiggledhis ass into Flip's hard manhood. All the while trying to watch his wifeout of the corner of his eye. Ellen for her part, between sessions oftongue wrestling, would steal surreptitious glances at her feminizedhusband. She could see.