It was about time for the news so I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to a local station. They opened the broadcast with a late breaking story o... a sex trade ring that had been busted up. They then handed it over to the national news report which had very thorough coverage of our morning's activities. They even reported, "Through the heroic efforts of Arthur Sherwood, a local photographer, eight girls were rescued from who knows what despicable torture they would endure at the hands of. " My guess appeared to be correct. The announcer- or whoever was in his body- instructed everyone present to go home and try to find their families while they ("they" meaning the government, I assumed) attempted to find the cause of the swaps. Incidentally, I'm told that since we were behind when the game was called, the victory went to the visitors. Some people are total fanatics. As I headed to the exit, Jennifer stopped me. "Who... who did you used to be?" she asked. "Eric Wright," I. The other wall held the stalls, each containing a toilet bowl, but the walls were much wider apart than Emma had ever seen before, and then she noticed than none of the stalls had doors. Emma looked in the mirror and almost shrieked when she saw her hair and crumpled dress. 'No wonder Jane treated me like a pariah!' she though as she fumbled in her purse for a comb. "Let me." Amanda said picking up a brush from the marble top. Emma stood looking in the mirror as Amanda stood behind her and. . present. It is then that i notice cool air caressing my tender anus, so I reach around with my free hand to gauge the extent to which I have been so unexpectedly gaped open. I gasp as my fingers measure what seems to be a hole almost 2 inches in diameter, the opening of a tunnel 8 inches deep... And 2 inches wide the entire length of it. My fuck hole has been forced and held open at least as wide as my mouth. And it is so uncomfortable... so full and so open all at the same time. Panic again.