At least Jenny did. I lay awake forsome time just watching her, feeling each breath that she took andmarveling at how beautiful she truly was. I cou...dn't help but feel likeI was the luckiest man around. It was that thought that started messingwith my head. The question of am I Alexa, am I in this position becauseI am Alexa even though Jenny tells me otherwise? The confusioncontinues to mount and I feel myself crying a little as I drift off tosleep.The next morning Jenny and I slept in as. The guards are all over there trying to break it up. It wasstrange, somehow, I could not only see it, but sense the riot in thedistance. I felt a pain in my feet. I had a need to take my shoes off.When I looked down, my old feet were gone! That same webbing that wasbetween my fingers were now there on toes! They looked like froggyflippers!Now that I took off my shoes, I took a look at the hard metal cuffholding me down. My ankles looked tiny enough to escape the cuffs! Athought ran through my. He was given 5 keys, and there are only two of us. Are there multiple rooms? I must trust him.We enter the room and it is lit by several small halogen lights. There is a plain, unadorned bed in one corner, and a wooden, Japanese style hot tub in the other, surrounded by wooden planking, and in the last corner, it is a…….sling of some sort. Perhaps some sort of restraint device? The bed has four posts on it, and each of them has a ring that can be latched onto. No doubt similar to the stockings. They each took a turn in every orifice. By the time they finished nearly half the clothes pins had fallen off. Vic removed the nipple clamps after about an hour and let the blood return to her flattened nipples. She wasn't crying anymore by them. In those brief moments when there wasn't a cock slamming down her throat she moaned quietly and sometimes mumbled something that I don't think anyone understood.There finally came a time when the men's sexual appetites were sated. There wasn't a hard.