The assassin slipped the dress over her head and set it snuglyaround her body. It wasn't a perfect fit, but looked magnificent on hernone-the-less.The...golden trim along the bottom edge of the dress lightly brushed thefloor when Isabella stepped into matching blue heels. She then glidedover to the mirror once more to take a critical look at her clothes. Allseemed to be in order, so she proceeeded to put on the main part of thedisguise - the mask.She flipped the mask upside down, shaking out the. .."Led back to her room by a dotting Gambit, Rogue rubbed her sore stomach as the two wandered the halls. Gambit too had fallen to the flu and was now a big furry version of himself, his cloths still mostly fit but his hands and feet burst out of his gloves and shoes after the last sneezing fit, his pants had been reduced to surfing shorts and his shirt was long gone, having given way to a broad blue chest and abs. Rogue herself; the big blue skunk woman, had a white streak in her long waving. ”“Ah, so that’s how they knew how to approach Sidra. Good for them. The twins have a lot going for them, Frances. Your cousins are good cooks, and they seem to know their way around housework.”Frances told Freda, “Their mother was like mine: Prepare them for either feeding a husband, or feeding themselves if they didn’t find a suitable man. The same goes for housework. She intended them to keep their house or flat clean, neat and tidy. Nothing puts off a man more quickly than a slovenly-looking. ‘What did he penetrate you with?’ he asked, ’his fingers and his tongue’ I replied ‘and his put his fingers up my bum whilst he was eating me’ ‘Tell me all about it when we get home’ he said, ‘I can’t wait to hear every single detail.” With that he slid a finger into my very wet and wide cunt, ‘you certainly are very wet down there’ he said, ‘do you think that you can wait until we get home?’ ‘I will try’ I replied as I gently removed his fingers from my cunt and made my way back to the party..