“Yeah. Promise.” He trudged off to the bus.Tony waited until Emanuel was out of ear shot. “I’m completely serious. If you two notice something... call Cosette, and she’ll make sure I find out about it.”“Manny’s promise wasn’t enough?” Allison asked.“He’s been on the team since freshman year, right?” Kara asked. Tony nodded his head. “I take you have as well?” He nodded it again. She turned to Allison. “When you’re teammates of a sort with someone for that long, you know when something they said. "I turned my head to look at Peter’s profile. “You know, I was dying to tell him in there." What, that you were naked under your skirt?"“Yes — and that I was going to show you." The poor man would go mad if he knew." He'll find out eventually."“Yes, but I'll be retired by then and living far away with my sexy young wife."We stopped at an out-of-town retail outlet where I bought a long, white evening gown and some sluttish underwear. Peter loved what I bought. He practically drooled in our hotel. It was cruel – Mother Nature and mathematics can both be a bitch!Anne-Marie, our Commissariat, assured me that we could safely support four hundred people right now, and maybe five hundred once we had all of the gardens and fish ponds in full production. This was about how the rationing math worked out, giving each lucky survivor the promise of regular meals for at least a dozen years, probably more like twenty, even without the MRE's, which we hoped to mostly use just for trading or carefully. The ladies watched my struggles intently as the cameramen closely documented everything.My tormentor lowered the bar further and returned to stand in front of me. Bending down, he picked up each foot with one hand and removed one book from the stack below it. I whined as I felt the pressure of the ever-widening dildo stretching me and once again tried to hold myself up. After watching me with clinical detachment for a few moments, he used both hands to pull and pinch at my nipples, the sharp.