Push({"serve": {}});There I was, laying on the recliner chair stark nakedand so drunk that I couldn’t do anything about it. AllI could do was th...ash my head back and forth and mumblea bit. Then there were hands on me again and some disembodiedfaces and someone spread my legs so my feet dangled outto the sides of the chair. I knew they were looking upclose at me and touching me. I also knew that most ofthe guys at this party probably hadn’t seen a nakedgirl up close and personal. While they were gone, the four men stood up and walked toward us. They had almost reached our seats when they pulled out guns. The four of us had been sitting facing each other across a table and playing bridge—boys against girls. They got to us just as Nancy came out of the washroom with Sue behind her.Nancy saw the guns and pushed Sue back inside the restroom with an order to drop to the floor. Nancy stripped off her skirt and was ready for action as soon as she pulled her own gun.I couldn’t. Stunned, they watched the intruder trying to remove her pants, but the harder she tried to unbutton them the more her long t-shirt got in the way."Oh, no. Oh, shit. Oh, god!" she yelled. Kathy and Paul watched as a dark stain grew on the hapless woman's pants, starting at her crotch and working its way down her legs. "Too late," she wailed, "too fucking late."The damage was done and her pants were soaking. Resigned, she finally looked up at the two staring at her."Hello," she said, a. Corthon men refuse to drink from a woman's self. Nor will they take a nipple into the mouth. They believe this to be penetration by the woman of the man and that a man must never be penetrated. So, my sisters, we will not be able to drug them with the Zuma-rich fluids of our sex," Gassara concluded."This is grave news, My Queen," spoke Dolphia. "The Zuma in wine makes a man's mind soft and open to a woman's words, but only his repeated worship at her temple makes him fully her own." Fear not,.