Tracking mud into the house would have been a dead give-away and would have caused her grief for nothing, so I took them off and carried them in with ...e. She helped me boost myself into the attic. ‘The older men, I guess, had no stomach for killing anyone else and the young ones were probably scared to death. They soon left after doing a cursory check of the house and a few days later the war was over. ‘Her mother knew Catherine had to leave Europe. The future was in America and so we were. The reason Natasha Fatale is so upset is because the cute little girl was once the aforementioned Boris Badenov. How did this incredible transformation take place? Apparently Boris Badenov was using a ray gun developed by Pottsylvanian scientists. When a person is exposed to the exotic rays they drastically change its victims' brain and body chemistries. The dastardly villain missed his intended target. The rays struck a barroom mirror and reflected back on Boris making him the victim."I don't. So, along with you looking like what you really are, a weak littlesissy-man, there will be some restrictions on the way you and I... shallwe say... interact." I don't understand." I sounded as defeated as I felt."For one thing you'll still get those hand jobs..." Thank you," I blurted."Don't be so grateful until you hear the rest." She held me with hercool blue-eyed gaze. "It won't be my hand on your pee wee pecker fromnow on. You'll be taking care of that icky job yourself, I'm happy. "I hated it, but I was becoming so turned on from the humiliation, and the thought of my beautiful new wife on her knees, with her head bobbing up-and-down between that all the asshole' legs. "At least unbutton your blouse and let me look at your boobs. It will help me cum." Oh, Jesus." She said that she rolled her eyes. She unbuttoned a couple buttons on her blouse so I could see the curve of her boob going into her bra. "Hurry up and get it over with." I looked at her soft tits gently.