I'mreally sorry." He's massaging the small of her back. It feels reallygood to her. She now regrets thinking those bad thoughts about him."I'm so sorr..., Emma, can you forgive me? Do you want to stop? Should Itake the straps off?" No, it's okay," she says. She HAS forgiven him, and feeling himtouching her again, she definitely wants it to continue. Also, she can'thelp remembering what he said before, and wondering if he's trying totrap her - if she was to ask him to stop now that both her wrists. "Jim?" she called out as she made her way along the top floor. A short belch followed. I gave a short grunt of acknowledgment and silently cursed her. I stared at the ceiling and shook my head. She was making a hell of a racket as she bumped into the furniture, her heels sounding like marbles rolling on a tin roof. She was stomping through her room like a rhino! I shook my head. She was obviously piss drunk again! I sighed and slowly finished my beer. Twenty minutes went by and then the house. . this." She turned into this?" I asked."No, I don't think so, it happened so fast and I couldn't..." I could see she was losing the battle with her tears. " ... I couldn't look long enough to see." More like an overlay?" Bob asked. "Like something took her over and is controlling her? Possessing her?" Yes, like that!" Lizzy answered between sobs. "Jimmy, you have to help her." Thank you Elizabeth," Bob said. "I'm sorry for putting you through that, but that's what I expected. In answer to your. ?Her tits aren?t as firm as I?d like.? One of them comments, and I blush with shame. My tits are big, and gravity does what it does. ?They?ll do.? Another says shortly. Paste of some sort is applied on my nipples, clit, cunt - including about an inch into my hole down to my ass crack. The men back away. Within seconds about a dozen cats descend on me, meowing. They eagerly start licking away at the paste with rough sandpaper tongues, making me first squeal and then cry out. I.