That was it. I looked at the stacks I’d reserved in the back. They were double prints of two rolls I’d shot on the trip. Two color rolls. There we...e no black-and-white pictures anywhere in the entire order. I flipped through them for the thirty-ninth time, but it was clear that the illicit sets were not here. At the end of one series, there were four photos of Heather sitting on the rocks by the Montauk lighthouse, still clad in her bikini. Those were the ones I’d taken right before changing to. Marion was climbing up between Gabriel’s legs when Gabriel opened her mouth to ask what the hell was that. Marion silenced her with a finger over Gabriel’s lips and using some of her saliva as lubricant slipped the wooden cock very slowly into Gabriel. The stars that were usually going off in Gabriel’s eyes when she and Marion were together had been replaced with supernovas. Gabriel felt this new tool stretch her out and she had never felt so full. Gabriel grunted as Marion finally bottomed. I don’t want more, I need more.” For some reason he dealt me a blow to the side of the face.“Stop sucking up. Now get on all fours, we’re going to start your training.”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I’d been completely unprepared for this as he pushed me back down to the floor, resting his foot between my shoulder blades.“What shall we do first?” he asked, clearly not wanting me to answer, “I know.. The only reason he was able to wear the armor, though, was because the Confederacy had somehow managed to fix his old armor's 'breathing' issue. The new armor had micro-pores in the resin layer – hundreds of them per square inch. The new armor didn't get all that much warmer than his clothes did; it was much more comfortable.He had also figured out the reason the armor was so effective at a fraction of the width of his version. The Confederacy techs had somehow managed to align the polymer.