Forward was the only way. Humming in the same rhythm with the rest, he began pushing the wheelbarrow.“What the hell could that be?” John asked out...loud, although his question wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular.“It looks like a large room,” Dion jumped out of the drill and began to inspect their surroundings. “Hey, look, that’s a ladder!” he pointed out at the far end of the enormous room.Without waiting for a confirmation from his mates, he hurried with the torch in hand to the metal ladder.. The Lovense suddenly buzzed alive in me. I squealed as much in surprise as in arousal. “Oh fuck!” Cold chills covered my body.I turned the corner and saw the olive-colored bikini top and a short khaki skirt. There were no panties. I was sure they would not have lasted long into the day if he had offered them and would get in the way of the plans he had for me. I put the skirt on and bikini top. I was impressed with his style and ability to pick the perfect sizes. I glanced in the mirror. I was. Thoughoutwardly there was no sign, we were, to human eyes, just scraps ofscintillating fabric, the aura we felt around us so intense as to be allpervading, like a delicate yet all encompassing and ethereal mist. Then, he/she walked out and we knew why we had had to wait for so long.Our young master, nay, new mistress we shall say, had been busy at hermother's cosmetic collection and had transformed into a wondrous anddelicately youthful version of her mother, slim, high breasted, yes,almost a B. ” Weasel did as he was told and returned with the dripping napkins. “What’ll I do with them?” he asked. “You can shove ’em up your ass – or better yet, shove ’em up this lady’s cunt.” Weasel stared uncomprehendingly. The surfer sighed. “Clean her up, Weasel.” “Oh – yeah.”Weasel parted Vicky’s legs and swabbed her out. How considerate, Vicky was thinking. They are also getting rid of DNA evidence. But they left their saliva in my mouth. The surfer handed her the Coke can. “Rinse,” he ordered,.