“How many times?”“Christ. Is nothing sacred around here?” They stared at me and shook their heads in unison. “Fine. Four times.”“Four!�... Claire pretended to faint and wiped her brow with the edge of the throwover. “And you didn’t answer Bec’s question. Was it earth-shattering? Do bad boys do it better?”I hid my face again, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation and their questioning. “It was unbelievable. Like unbelievable.”“How fit is he on the Tom Hardy scale?” Bec curled up in the. Follow me."Earlier that day, I had snuck through the hotel, feminine and nude, clearfrom the transformation lab to my room. Now, as the two of us--panty-cladand feminized--retraced my steps, it seemed much more difficult. Nomatterwhere we went, we kept hearing the nerve-wracking clack-clack of highheels coming up behind us. And whenever we did, we ducked quickly for thenearest cover, huddling together in doorways, crouching under tables,andonce even jumping into an oversized trash can!Of. From the time I reached puberty the rains always ignite some strange feelings in me. Some are romantic while some are outright bizarre. But right now I was more into the thoughts of reaching home and what to cook for the dinner. I was standing between two guys in the line, didn’t get a chance to check out the one behind me but the one in front looked like an office going guy of around 40.It was queue for Shreenagar area for which one had to pass through Wagle estate, an industrial area in. Glancing quickly to the left and right, Sheila spun out onto the road, sharply veering to the right as we raced down the highway. “What the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed. “I’m going to fuck you, Chrissy. Fuck Biloxi, we’re getting a motel room right now,” exclaimed Sheila. With that Sheila spotted a Motel 6 about a half mile down the road and said, “It ain’t the Ritz, but I want that hot cunt of yours, bitch. I’m going to make you beg for this wet pussy of mine.” With that we pulled into.