Naomi lifted her eyes to meet his, her cheeks flaming furiously as humiliation further swept over her body. She became angry and belligerent, furiou... that he had her in this position. She hated feeling weak and hadn't felt that weak since her father had been alive.Her hands went to the hem of her shirt again, her arms crossed in front of her. She looked into his eyes angrily, fierceness showing there as she lifted the material up and over her braless breasts and flung the garment into the. The holdall and garment bagthen went into the bin liner.Everything that I needed to become Chrissie was there before me. Myshoes, my make up bag and jewellery, my bra fillers and clothing,including my coat and handbag.Without any discussion, he walked to the door and turned.He could see my fear and it excited him. "You know what to do..." hesimply said, adding "...I?ll be back in one hour!"It was 11.20am.And before I could blink, he was gone!Fuck. One hour. Everything was now happening very. And were so full that no matter how careful the pushers were, the waves of the momentum made sticky white splashes over the sides. “W-Why is there so much?” Try as she might, there was no way to sound tough while asking that question.Delilah was happy to educate her: “Folk say it’s the chemical plant messing with our water. Gives our boys a lot of juice. Makes the cum taste rancid as fuck, too; warning you now.”She wasn’t bluffing. Local boys came like racehorses. This was an unimpressive haul. Paul very nearly didn't bother going, but Beatrice persuaded him that he really should."Won't it just be the usual waffle about the mission having achieved its goals now that we've more or less arrived at our destination?" he said."There could be more," Beatrice suggested."Even if there is," said Paul grumpily, "what would there be for me? I've got no research project to pursue and no technical equipment to set up. It'll be a total waste of time." Well, I'll be going," announced Beatrice.And so.