“Well,” I said picking up something that looked like a hair net from the bench. “First, you put on the head set,”, I slipped the net over my h...ad, “then plug it in,”, I attached a thick bundle of fine wires via a complex looking plug. “When the computers are up and running, just hit the 'record' key and concentrate on something.” “Show me.” Jennifer demanded. “Okay.” Setting the headset aside I rose and walked over to the rack of gear and started pressing power buttons. As each computer. Still, he resisted the urge to take a bite and, grabbing the young man under his arms, he dragged him to the house as if he were made of feathers.Remembering something halfway through the poppies, he dropped the warrior and reaching down, pulled off the young man’s boots and leg guards.“No more kicking me in the face,” he vowed, and, picking up the warrior again, started to undo the rest of the armor, growling in frustration at the numerous buckles and clasps. “Filthy, hard, human armor! But. Standing in one heel, I then place my foot into the left.Standing tall now, an inch short of six feet, I took a step forward,seeing Rachel standing at the French doors leading to our patio. She hadtaken in my little show of slipping on the heels."Well Pat, that was a very well-orchestrated move slipping on yourheels. I would say it represents a lot of practice. I am not sure I doit so gracefully." She then asked me to turn around for her. This wasawkward. I was certainly not the man she married. I am still young but soon I will not be prime for being filled and bred. So now I make another. This time however, the mistress wants 100 men to own me. This time she wants 100 loads of cum swimming in my womb, combing to create the greatest slut ever born. So she has selected 100 men, each one views women as holes and dreams of impregnating every girl who can conceive. She chose men who each are nearly 1.5 ft taller than my 5 ft frame and nearly 150 lbs heavier. The mistress chose the men.