The one Hayden had spoken with. "May I ask you afew questions?" he said, approaching me swiftly.I didn't know what else to do, so I bolted. The agen... ran after me. "Wait!" he called out. I kept running, the rubber soles of my shoes slapping lightly against thesidewalk. I had been in good shape in my former body, but I was notparticularly fast. I was fast in this body, however?probably fast enoughto try out for the girls track team. Still, the agent was able to match my pace behind me. . Suddenly, I get nervous as two large guards walk over to the table. The office talks to them, in their native language, and then turns around to me. ?I believe we have a problem,? he says, holding up a 2 bags, one holding pills, one holding a sugar looking substance. The guards walk around to my side, grabbing my arms, and roughly handcuffing my hands behind my back. ?What let me go, ow!? I cry out. As one guard leads me to a room, and the other guard collects my stuff, and I get led to a plain. Simon Trowell really did pile the shit on. Bitchy Barbara lay sprawled out on her back with one leg on the sofa, and the other leg on the floor. Her glass was empty again.Bitchy Barbara was beginning to wonder if her bisexual flatmate would ever notice the fact that she had nothing on underneath her nightshirt, and was fully displaying her wares, should one happen to glance down, but no, there was no peering.Sighing loudly, she indelicately rolled off the sofa, ending up bent over with her. The smell from her pussy was sweeeet. All the time the “unnnhhhhh”, “unnnhhh” and a sudden “uennnnnnn” was driving me crazy, but I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy my first rape at my own pace. I finally pulled her pajamas off. I didn’t really waste any time in pushing her kameez over her head, I wanted those milk laden tits worse than the pussy. It was erotic the way she was trying to hide her pussy by crossing her legs and turning this way and that as far as she could. I knelt down beside.