As they drove on, her mind raced, trying to figure a way out of this mess. She came to the painful realization that the only thing she could do was t... ‘cooperate’. She had to let them fuck her. It wouldn’t do any good to try and fight them; it would only put her son’s life in greater danger. She had to let them fuck her. It was the only way. It was the only thing she could do. So Mary dried her eyes. She knew what she was going to have to do, and what they were going to do to her. She could do. "She wore latex gloves to protect herself.I could feel prodding and poking and kneading and arranging going on,and some cold liquid being applied. It did not feel sticky at, but itsure did stink.Aunt Liz said, "Now hold still!" as she straightened up and took a lookat me from various angles. Nodding approval, she removed her gloves, andput them and the tube of glue in a paper bag for disposal.I had to gold my position for a few minutes, and then I could movearound a little.I did not feel much. But after a minute, we found two of them that looked pretty good. One was pink and the other was green. Then I held them both up in front of me. “Well what do you think? Which looks better?” I asked. Neither one of us were too sure which one was more sexier. But he liked green. “Well you like green. So I'm gonna get the green,” I said. “Well why don't you try it on, and we'll get a sneak preview?” Steve asked. Then we both had that lusty look on our faces. So we both walked to the dressing room. Everyone was in the same boat and we all had to make sure we were rowing in the same direction. As the sun began to set in late afternoon, it felt as if we'd survived the economic storm and had come through it in pretty much one piece.But ever since Janet had left my office that morning something else had been on my mind. Something that would mean so much more to me in the coming days.Tuesday.Routine was to be in by eight and be ready to go by eight-thirty when we hooked up to the grid and the.