Part TwoSarah felt nothing but pain. After what seemed like days of torture, her captor had finally stopped and put down the brush. After a few brief ...econds, she felt the man's rough hands on her stomach. Being stretched as she was, her shirt rose with her arms, leaving her midriff entirely exposed. His hands ran up and down her stomach and along her sides. His hands slowly rose and slid up underneath her candy-striped shirt. His hands found their way to her warm, soft breasts. As her captor. They were straight out of that movie, "To Wong Fu," I swear. And theywere so loud and so demanding. They paraded around in these glitzydresses, over-the-top makeup and hair like you wouldn't believe. Theywere obviously guys, and they wanted to make sure everyone knew it. Imean, really? I know there are some people who feel trapped in the wrongbody and all, but what's with the drag queen? Why didn't they even tryto look normal?"And if looking like freaks wasn't enough, they were the most. Let's get rid of these," I said and I reached under the skirt of her dress to grasp the straps of her thong. I slid them slowly down her legs and let them hit the floor with an audible, wet, plop. She stepped out of them and I quickly put them in my other pocket. She put her hands on the wall as I stood back up and lifted the skirt of her dress up and over her ass. For a moment, I just stood and looked."It's not polite to stare," she said to me over her shoulder. "And I'm tired of being. My jeans had become quite uncomfortable and I had begun to twitch around trying to make my cock somehow get in a good positoin.Lily noticed my discomfort and walked over with a glass of wine. She gave me sip and laughed, “What’s wrong? Is your dicky poo all hard?” “What do you think, I snapped back? Jackie quickly stepped in to the rescue, “Now, now, let’s not get huffy. It’s obvious that the only answer is to make you more comfortable.” “What do you mean”, Lily and I said in unison. .