Below that was a suspender belt holding up sheer black stockings on his long, long legs. On his feet were high heel shoes. The extra inches from the h...els made him close to seven feet tall.He had no other clothes. His erect penis was there to inspect. It was also clear that there was not a single hair anywhere on his body. Not on his legs, arms, around his cock and balls.... even his armpits were shaved. He had a uniform tan all over. There was no tan line where a swimming costume ought to have. So I lay awake with Thornton plaguing my thoughts as I recalledthe events that led to the awful humiliations of this evening, tothe final shame of lying naked on Cynthia's floor, bawling like alittle girl as my freshly trimmed, femmy little triangle of pubichair made a joke of my erection. I had bared my soul to her and Ihad no idea what she would now do with all that information.I couldn't really blame Cynthia, I guess, even though it lookedlike she would be the instrument of my imminent. I guess I was unaware of ... your needs, although I probably wouldn’t have understood them then.”Liya said, “Let’s set you up, Katie. Bring you and your phone to our hub.”Somewhat oddly, once Katie departed, we decided to get weekend homework out of the way, particularly those of us with a big paper due in Geography on some aspect of the impact of the geographic distribution of key resources on settlement patterns in the New World prior to the 18th century. I had chosen Veracruz, Mexico,. Her tongue and theinside of her mouth were still coated with my cream. I loved thesecond hand taste of sperm. As we kissed I heard a knock upon thedoor to the room we were in. Carrie went to the door and opened it.Standing at the door was Jasmine and Carla. Jasmine was holding Carlaclose to her breast in a very possessive manner. Carla had a look onher face that said she was comfortable with the role she was in. Noone spoke as they approached us. Carla's eyes met mine and seemed tocommunicate.