I know the sofa is not very comfortable but it's only for one night," I said to Mum as she returned her attention back to me."Can I not sleep in your ...oom, with you?" Sarah asked and I looked at Mum."It's OK Sarah, I'll sleep on the sofa, let you take my room," I told her."I don't want to turf you out of your bed, and I don't mind sharing," Sarah pleaded. "I've had to share before on camps and stuff. I don't mind." Mum went to speak and Sarah licked her lips. "And I'd rather not be alone.. She decided I wasn't walking like a woman, so she told me to bend over and inserted the largest butt plug we owned, a monster that stretched me to the limit. She put my panties back in place and said, "I'm hungry, let's go get dinner." No fucking way. No. Not going to happen... and again, she won out. She promised me that I was completely passable as long as I didn't say a word. She promised to order for me and told me I just had to act like a lady and the illusion would hold. Easier said than. She waved as Roger passed, being friendly to any passerby as she filled in the time. ‘Oh, hi there, Mr. D. Remember me from last year? Oh, sorry, it’s Mr. B this time. Anyway, it’s nice to see you again. I hope you’re enjoying your visit.’ Roger waved back and assured her that he was happy. He recognized the brunette coed by her outsize breasts and large smooth nipples. If anything, her boobs looked larger. Then he realized her waist was trimmer now and that the exercise induced body shaping. This pissed me off, again! I turned to Judge Mitchell and the Jailer and asked just what the hell was the meaning of locking up the Indians? Judge Mitchell stammered for a few seconds and then said, ‘The mob was all set to lynch all of the Indians! We were afraid that would cause a new Indian war. So we decided to put the Indians in a cell for their own protection. If you care to look you’ll find that the cell door is not locked.’ I was still pissed off and said, ‘So is it becoming standard.