Michele knows that she has no chance of fighting off the men. She willhave to capitulate to save herself more pain. She drains her glass and asingle...tear runs down her cheek."The bitch is crying," Mique said sarcastically.He puts down his drink and walks up to Michele; he is so close she canfeel his breath."We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he says, tracing a fingerslowly down her body, starting at her painted red lips and stopping atthe hem of her skirt."Are you going to behave. I was confused. Why wasn't I at the BreederTransformation Center?The agents took me inside, and there they were, the trio, Janine, Ian,and Simon.Ian dismissed the agents, and away they went.Janine rushed into my arms. She was taller than me now, but still sobeautiful. We kissed for a long time. My cock raged and I could feelhers harden as well. If those other two guys weren't in the room, wewould have fucked right there on the floor."You look like her, but you still kiss like you," she told. He pressed his tongue flat against Bert’s asshole, and then licked it several times.Bert almost yelled, “Oh my god, Matt. Stick your tongue in. Fuck my ass with your tongue.”Matt stuck his tongue in as far as he could, but it was only a fraction of an inch.Bert said, “Oh yeah, try your finger Matt. Try all your fingers.”Matt pulled his tongue out and inserted his index finger, then switched to his middle finger. He moved it around, noting how he could make Bert’s ass twitch and his cock. Then with papery lips a kiss on the cheek. I feel her trying to hold me tight in her arms. I gently hug her back. She feels so frail in my arms. I help her sit back down. She looks up at me and gives me a smile. ‘Than you for today Martin,’ she says as she reaches out and takes my hand. ‘You’re welcome Rose.’ I hold her fingers like they are glass. They feel like they could shatter just as easily. The next day I threw myself into my essay. All day I typed, copied, pasted, and transplanted.