My husband…. He’s gone…. I’m next……… I started to cry at that moment when IT walked in with a torch. It was a man if u can say that with...a deformed face beyond recognition of that of a human, but the body of an ape man with no hair except on his head. Another one walks in and another behind that one… I start to plead with them but it falls on deaf ears if they even understand what I’m saying…The largest of the three shrieks at the other two. The two shrieks back but it must have offended the. Plus, I have a meeting in two hours which has me so nervous it could kill me.” I just smiled and carried on with my work. “I will not bother you then.” “Its okay, it’s soothing to hear a friendly voice,” she replied. That was our conversation. However, I sneaked peeks at her. Watching her hands with fascination, I realised how much this beautiful woman was turning me on. Not so much in sexual way that it caused me to grow hard in my pants. No, she was just such a gorgeous being and the whole. One of the guards was a strong looking woman, her short hair and stern look giving her an air of one who brooked no nonsense. Some of the other women shopping wore dresses, and some of the women selling produce wore trousers. Only one man wore a kilt, but he looked manly, and noone looked much askance at him. Perhaps it was his stout cudgel that forbare their tongues.The group of would be heros looked at eachother and grinned. "Yes" said Hardcase. "Yes." agreed Steetch. "Absolutely" afirmed. He runs his hand over the back straps of your bra. You arch your body into his. In one quick move he unclasps your bra. You gasp from fear but his kisses reassure you. You lean against his shoulder. He watches your eyes. He can see the invitation. Your eyes say: 'Go on.’He runs his hands over your sundress and touches your partly covered breasts. His hands are amazing and your breasts stand firm. He cups his hand under them lifting the bra away. He runs the palm of his hand over your nipples.