“Don’t you want a bit of colour?” I asked, indicating a multipack of three different colours in the same style.“No,” Mel replied. “Mum wou...d spot them in an instant. Besides, they’d have to be washed separately.”Next came underwear. Mel grabbed a pack of five, plain-white, high-waisted little-girl style panties. I suggested adding a pack of a more adult, hip-hugging style, adorned with little pink flowers. Mel shook her head vehemently then imitated sticking a finger down her throat, so I added. I put my hand to my crotch, trying to find the source of thepain. I gasp as I found only a deflated sack where my balls had been. Ifelt my scrotum disappearing, then my dick shrinking away. My body feltweek,I could not get off the floor, until the pain in my crotch final stopped.Then it felt like an electric current was flowing inside me, my skin wascrawling, as the room started spinning. Everything faded from a soft blurto total darkness. When my vision cleared I finally managed to get backup.. The senior man on the detail insisted on taking Vlad's sidearm before leaving, a sensible precaution in Kat's mind."You are to get dressed. The Bishop would not be pleased to see you appear before him in those gowns. We must be proper, no?" Vlad grinned at her, then motioned towards the fresher cubicle.Kat examined the clothes, not surprised to see they were in her size, and took them into the fresher to change. While she was getting dressed, Vlad began to brief her on what to expect."Da Bishop. She tenses, really not knowing what's to come has turned her on so madly she sways back and forth as like she'd be grinding her pussy to his pelvis bone. Her hips moving like the hauntingly sensual music that communicates its desires to be fulfilled, she tries to move her arms down towards her hot pussy to play only to be stopped for he wanted to explore. Slowly, too slowly for her liking, he starts moving a trail of soft licks as to once where his hands and fingers had been. Holding her.