“WELCOME HUMANS.” We all turned to the stage, where we saw two people stood there. Well, they weren’t really people. They were dressed in what a...peared to be lab coats, but their bodies were far from normal. They had completely blue skin, and 4 arms each. One was a very beautiful woman, and one was a very handsome man.“Which of you is the leader?” The man asked.“I told you it was aliens!” Jamie shouted.“Are you the leader of these humans?” The man asked Jamie.“No, I am,” I said.“Me too,” said. This is how it came about; my thirty six year old wife had booked an invite ticket to a swinger's soiree and only told me about it the evening before the event.When I got home she was sat in her usual satin Basque and stockings flashing her 38B tits as she seemed to constantly shiver, her black hair contrasting deeply with the bright red Basque and her deep crimson lipstick. As she told me of the impending 20 man party she slowly opened her legs and flashed me her shaven soaking wet cunt.Being. I just want to die. I start to cry and try to stammer anapology.Mistress Beauregard cuts me off, "I do not expect a teenager to have theself control of a more mature sissy, like these gurls." She points atthe other slaves. "Who probably can't get it up at this point. I mean ayoung gurl like you, your mother keeps you in flux, a female hormonelevel where you get your secondary female features, but not to the pointwhere you can't perform, hopefully. It's always tricky. I just needed toknow. "Denver, I know that was hard for you." Thank you for being understanding, for being... gentle with me." You're welcome. You can redress now."As she redressed, she made no attempt to conceal herself. Rather, the way she moved, held her head and body, sent the clear message she was redressing to appeal to me, not just clothe her nakedness. It gave me hope.After returning to the group, we struck a deal. I got Denver for the thirteen days remaining in my vacation on a twenty-four hour, no.