...with all those resources. When I thought of theresources I once again became angry knowing that was why father had givenme up so easily. So I flipp...d between anger and shame at my flippantwasted life.The monotony of imprisonment was broken about a week later when I wastaken from my cell to a large room. In the centre was a metal bench typecontraption. I was taken to this and strapped onto it. My torso laid onthe central bench with my arms and legs dangling either side. Strangelythe end under. Ibrought it out of the loser and laid it on the bed and realized it was apink French maid's outfit with white lace trim around the edges. My bodymade its way over to the large pink dresser and opened it to see a drawerfull of various panties all of them different feminine colors and all ofthem silk, satin or another very soft materiel. I shivered slightly as Islipped a pair of pale pink ones up my legs and felt them support my newsex slightly. I then put on my bra like a seasoned expert. She quick-walked out of the lounge toward the hotel elevator, the “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” under her breath now audible in the late night silence of the lobby. The fucks continued as she waited for the elevator, all the way up to their floor, and down the hall to the Bridal Suite.On the table as she entered the room, next to a large bouquet of roses (She bristled a little when she was what kind.) was a large package and an expensive-looking open laptop. On the couch behind them, Troy was sitting. They called it letting her rest while seeing what objects they could stick in her stretched cunt and how many clothes pins from the closet they could get on her areole. They were laughing and cheering every time something longer and thicker went in. Finally they sat her up in a chair stood around her and masturbated till they shot and unloaded more jism on her tits and face. When they finished they took her back to bed and told her they had another surprise for her. .