“You’ve got a great body, Abi,” I whispered.“Oh Annie, that’s sweet of you,” she said. “I wish I was still young and fresh like you – ...nd like them”.I looked back at Matt and Sally. They had moved again. Sally was now crouched over on her front, her breasts swinging too and fro, her hair over her face and her bum in the air, and Matt was thrusting his cock into her from behind, grasping her waist with his hands to hold her steady. Now I could see properly, and was transfixed by the sight of his. And why are my clothes now fitted to me as if they were a second skin?"Ms. Kuna again nervously adjusted her glasses. "Well, if I had to guess,I'd say your Spirit Stick simply was trying to help you blend in." Blend in? You guess? You are not exactly inspiring a lot of confidencewith your tone." Rob was trying to cut down on her sarcasm. She reallywas. However it was just taking every ounce of control she had to notfreak out."Maybe I should elaborate." Ms. Kuna put her hands together and took. I lost a good friend and wound up with a headache: A young spitfire name a Laurie Kettinger, Rex's replacement. Pretty young thing with wild curly hair who filled out her uniform right nicely, but she was a damned zealot about the fish and game laws. That little lady filled out more citations her first year than Rex did in 30. Every sorry sonuvabitch comin' outta the canyon had a sob story about Officer Kettinger levyin $50 to $100 fines and not even lettin 'em keep the fish!Well, it weren't. He was that much better than me? Prove it! I want you to prove it!” Brandy insisted at this point.“Okay, here’s the bet, especially with the Slave Controllers here present. Correct me if I’m wrong, but bets of freedom and slavery are now legally binding, right? You want Celia back, here’s your chance to reclaim here. We’ll have a butt-fucking contest. We’ll select a victim, a willing one, and you and I can take turns using her ass! If you win, you can have Celia back ... as your slave. If I.