She also felt that the premises were fenced in a way only a shapeshifter like her could detect – it was the equivalent of the tape marked ‘Police ...ine – do not cross,’ but in this case it meant ‘Scientific research # *******-551.5-4 underway – do not interfere.’ The number ‘551.5’ implied that it was a research on meteorology, and the number ‘4’ that only experts could raise objections, but it was customary to write a false subject number in order to deceive less knowledgeable people – in a. My hood is un-chained and ripped off, the cock-gag suddenly pulled from my mouth, I have trouble seeing what is happening, the light is so bad….. NO! you can’t do this NO – Streams of hot sticky come are filling me, I hope it will spill out, but another pinch of my nose by fingers I can’t see means I have no alternative but to swallow it down, every drop, every hot sticky string that lands is sucked down in my effort to catch breath. My gag removed I clean you up, all of you, how many for gods. "What are you doing for the next couple of hours, Libby?" I asked, hoping the answer would be what I expected."I think I'm going to get myself royally fucked, Tom, what do you have in mind?" Libby said as she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to my master bedroom. She'd come over to visit me after her high school graduation a few days earlier, and she was going to spend some time with me before she started preparing to go off to college and that sort of thing. I was so hot for. “Is it girl problems?” she asked next morning.Well of course it was, but if I said what it was there was the very real danger mum would fly off the handle and ban Daisy from ever coming round again.So I just pouted and flounced around the house being all emo and dramatic until the week of torment was gone and Daisy was back again.Daisy though, when she returned, was a bit of a tease, she didn’t do anything, after I went to bed and she’d finished reading the chapter she went back downstairs and.