If, while doing that, I could right a few wrongs, prevent some gross injustices and end up with the beautiful princess, all the better.The next mornin... when I cruised into the kitchen to see if Molly had saved me some breakfast, I was feeling pretty chipper about my prospects. I was beginning to think that changing the dynamics of meeting Feleena had to have seriously derailed the march of events that led to my Uncle Ty Ringo’s untimely demise. Now all I had to do was make sure things stayed. I reminded myself that few of us had any military training, aside from me. Lewis and Jared at least had law enforcement backgrounds and did a damn good job of fire discipline, but Cliff was an angry, protective husband. Pamela was one of his two wives and he wasn’t about to just let her get taken away to an unknown fate by a gang of hooded pricks.Cliff, regrettably, didn’t make it very far before a Klucker shot him dead with a Tommy gun. Damn it, of course, the Klan would have submachine guns. “Eighty-five, please,” she whispered. Four of the men flanked her and two stayed behind her, staring at her tail and skirt. The express elevator took off quickly, but stopped suddenly after twenty floors and well before the first true stop at floor sixty.Lights dimmed; everyone groaned. One of the men asked Vicki if he could help her with her bags. She declined, yet shifted the red-heart imprinted bags apart before hugging them. The hug reshaped and lifted her full breasts. Everyone noticed, as. My pussy was already soaking wet and the guys could see it through my tights as my legs were opened as far as they would go."Are you ready?" the guy with the jug of ice asked me."I instantly replied, "Yes!"The guy with the jug of pulled out a large chunk of ice-cube and moved his hand towards my pussy then slowly pulled the hem of the top of my tights and put his hand down and placed the ice-cube against my pussy inside my tights. I instantly let out a scream, the feeling of the ice-cube.