I told her, "I brought a surprise home for you, you will enjoy him" as I got back to the bed She told me she "wasn't into that shit and better not" sh... closed her legs tight and wouldn't let me pull them apart. I didn't say anything but forced her legs apart and licked the insides of her thighs, again she told me "I'm really not into this shit" and then she just laid limp. I immediately went to eating her out, only this time WAY different than I had ever done before, while doing so I took. It was me yet it was not me.I pulled at the hair and grimaced when I felt the strain. What appearedto be long, wavy blonde hair with glimmering oak brown highlight laydormant in a peppy, feminine shell held down by a pinstripe headband,replacing my faux punk-rock poppy brown hair that I never combed.Taking a few seconds to process the un-processable, I screamed anembarrassingly and stereotypically feminine scream.The modest yet noticeable lips glistened a shiny pink yet they weremine. Opening. Evan, after you track Hugh down and get him started, tell the Ladies they can't have the Barge; we will need "Shriek" and her for back up until the frigate comes on line. Get Angie to find a space yacht for the Ladies; I wan't them to have a bugout boat to get off Mountserrat if they have to.Polack, get that frigate on the line, yesterday; we are going to need her.Slow, similarly "Vector", I know I've got your COHAC and his deputy, you Algy in case you hadn't guessed, and just because you are. Four black latex suits hung in a line from the wall on myleft. The frogman-like suits looked quite menacing, asthey eerily watched over the bondage bench in the centreof the room.The sturdy wooden bench was black in colour and fittedwith an array of restraining rings. It was the size andshape of a large bed, and stood some three-feet off thefloor. The rubber sleep-sack, which held Dr. Harper'sfrustrated patient, lay centre stage, and was secured tothe bench by a dozen or more leather straps.The.