I bit my lip and didn't resist as he led me to our bedroom. Officer Bimbo Slut followed behind us. Her tits stretched out the front of her beige unifo...m, the buttons barely holding her top close. Her pants seemed loose, about to fall off her now slender hips. Like every bimbo, she had a gorgeous face, lush lips, and her brown hair almost shimmered with its glossy beauty."What are we doing with her?" I asked my husband."No idea," Frank said as he pulled me to our bed. He sat down then patted his. “Foreplay is over, you fuck.”Logan launched into his foe, a whirlwind of precise, savage intent. He stabbed until the rock knife broke and crumbled in his grip. Fists and feet hammered into the demon. Bone snapped. Black smoke seeped out of torn flesh.The fight was over in moments. The demon fell to the ground and tried to crawl away. Helpless and hopeless, there was no fight left in it.Logan didn’t care.There was no mercy in him for what these two had done. That kind of cruelty could not go. In a few more second, the strain wasworse as my heels started to come off the floor, then it stopped.There I was suspended in the middle of the room with my arms heldstraining over my head, my toes barely touching the floor and spread wideapart. She walked over to me and around and around inspecting herhandiwork, and that all was safe and secure. Next she went over to where acamera was mounted on a tripod, moved it to a position in front of me, buta little off center and slightly to on side.. But don't expect the same attention as earlier. Try and putyour underwear on at home. It'll save time."***It all went as Gayle proposed. The haircut was good--and needed--andworked 'both ways'. Pulled back in a ponytail it worked OK for a male style,but let loose, it hung around his face in a suitably feminine bob. He kept thepanties and tights on under his trousers, and in the morning, managed to gethimself tucked back again with no real difficulties.Gayle was impressed with his appearance,.