She wore no panties, her neatly shaven pussyperfectly framed by the garter belt, the grater tabs and her stockingtops.She didn't wear a bra either. In...tead she wore a black corset with redlace detailing which cups supported the underside of her perfect breastswithout covering them. Monroe felt right back in love with his wife,feeling those same butterflies he had felt when he had first met her. Hiscock was straining painfully against the metal tube of his cage."Hot damn Lena, you look so hot in. I stood there in front it, looking at myself again. I did look tired.I curled my hair behind my ears and swiveled my head some to see myprofile. I pulled on the cigarette, watching myself smoke. I hadbeautiful hands. I wondered how tall I was now. Five-six maybe. Maybe 5'5. I might'vebeen part Italian. My face had a delicate profile but strong cheekbonesand full lips. My hair was dark and went to my shoulders. I think Iwould tan well. What did that man on the phone say my last name. " Angie's eyes gleamed with an evil light. "I think Roger should at least know what we're talking about." Yea! That could be fun, they say guys always want the girls to swallow; Now it's his turn." Jenny agreed. Crawling up between his legs Jenny started taking off Roger's gag. The scarf was easy, but he locked his teeth on the panties and wouldn't let them go. "I can't get it out of his mouth." Jenny pouted."Well, we told him what would happen if he didn't obey." Angie grinned. She offered her. When the tongue began to withdraw, Jiri was exhausted. It left a coolness behind it as it began to uncoil and return to Karen's body, like a cool breeze blowing against the wetness of his vital organs. His penis began to stir as the tongue's friction caressed him in passing, and the warmth of Karen's cunt comforted him as he began to regret his loss."Don't worry, Jiri. This is but the first part of your transformation. I want every part of you, your mind, your body, your soul. But now you must.