The man had his back to her. He was wearing a baseball cap and an old blue jean jacket. Not exactly the kind of corporate clothing she was used to her...clients wearing. She cleared her throat, ‘Excuse me? I’m Chrissy Stanton.’ When the man turned around and looked Chrissy in the eye, her legs gave way under her and her face turned ashen. He was beside her instantly and guided her into a chair, squatting down beside her. Her heart was hammering and she felt like she couldn’t breath. Her mind. And not a single sock. Onceagain I really couldn't fathom what had happened. In my closet there weremore clothes than in Biene's.Mom had taken my three pairs of pants, since the closet was so full.Wouldn't need them anyhow, she opined.##Mom was charming again. The talk with Mrs. Weber had really been a strokeof luck for me. I didn't dare think what might have happened. In the endMom might have sent me to school in a skirt. Dreadful thought!Mom treated me like her daughter, as though there had. “Yea, I’m horny as fuck.”, she laughed. “Well let’s see what we can do about that.”, I answered. Lexie began to move back and forth on me slowly her eyes locked on mine. I reached up and grabbed her hips holding them firmly in my hands. Lexie leaned back slightly and put her hand between her thighs and started to rub her clit never breaking eye contact with me. “I love to be your dirty little whore.”, she moaned, her finger working its magic. “Do you now?”, I asked. “Fucking right baby…… no one. The widows in the ship were shatter proof. There was ni way this thing was going to let her live. She knew she had to escape. If not she could die trying.For now however.She rolled one her back as she spead the slime acros her body."Feels so good." she said with a smile.Ashe felt the slime still in her asshole, and lifting her crack. The slime squeezed her tits and butt. Her hands slowly slid up her bed. She suddenyl turned over and snatched the grenade. She grabbed it and twisted it. The ooze.