" UUmmm ok? Thank you, and not that long," replied Jamie, wrapping atowel around his waist, stepping out of the shower stall. "And I didn'tknow we wer... going out? I'm not complaining sir, but I noticed I was inCarrie's sweats and stuff, so I'll need something else to wear." Well if I wasn't afraid to leave your side and thought of it earlier, Icould have ran out to a store but this is the country Jamie, soeverything is long closed, so let's hope this will do," said Tony,hanging something on the. “A fine specimen, strong, smart, and nicely developed, we’re going to enjoy her.” She glanced at the tall dark hooded entity nearby. “Agent Tumbleweed is a worthy fuck. I will definitely have to fuck her.”“Yes, I agree,” mysterious one said through a translator unit. His voice muffled under the mechanical processing of his cosmic language. “She is an excellent specimen for breeding purposes, as well as pleasure, of course. The last one suffered badly.”“Yes indeed, that one was weak,” the Domina. He placed his hand on Bjorn's friends back, the man hesitated a second but didn't break off his activity. I heard Bjorn say goot, goot, yes my friend, and he placed his hands onto the side on his friends head. The man who joined in, stroked Bjorn's friends back, from his shoulder to his ass top several times, then he ran his hand down between the mans ass cheeks. I saw Bjorn's friend flex his ass, like he was trying to get away, but Bjorn held him in place. The Stroker, stepped behind. . Like the SlaveGirls, -whom I am coming to resemble more each day. The waters here havedyed my skin copper-colored, my facial and body hair have not re-appearedsince that awful soaping, and my breasts and bottom have swollen out totruly impressive dimensions!Also noted: My gait seems to be a permanent, simpering, swishing, tip-toeing mince, and I flutter my hands in an exaggeratedly femininemanner--again, just like the Slave Girls. My hair is longer and jet-black.In short, the only difference.