"I was trapped in my new identity. I hugged myself and shivered, thoughthe room was comfortably warm. Jenna was picking out something for meto wear.... There was a bra, but it lacked full cups. When I put it onand she fastened it, my new boobs were pushed up and out, while beingleft uncovered. And they still juddered when I walked. Next camefishnet stockings. They had elastic tops and stayed up by themselves.I stepped into shoes with three inch heels, which forced me to takesmall mincing. That's a wonderful name." I've always liked it too. There were quite a number of Bertrams over the years actually." Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and age? He'd be known as Bert." Or Bertie." A bit PG Wodehousey." Nonsense. George VI was called Bertie." Hmm."There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other in puzzlement."Come in," called Mark as they both sat up.A maid came in with two glasses. And as she felt the woman lick further down her crack, towards her cunt, she lifted up on her tiptoes to give her room. Christie's mind was reeling so hard, she thought she was going to black out. But just as her body began to tremble, announcing her coming climax, both her assailants stopped. Christie screamed in frustration. "NO! Don't stop! Oh please! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" She reached back and pried her own ass cheeks apart. "Nora, please put your tongue back on my cunt. Tom! Shove. I can think of no better place. I hope that nothing untoward has happened to the Lady Erin. Mordrant at least is bound by the laws of hospitality?" Richard looked the question at Emory, who merely shook his head and resumed staring at the façade looking for something.The sappers in Emory's task force set shaped charges of C-5 plastic explosive on the glass and then fell back to arm them. A shock force of more than fifty hand-picked men-at-arms stood ready for the agreed upon signal to.