I half stumbled half crawled to my bedroom eventually lifting myself up onto my bed.Oh God I hope I don't get sick, please just make this stop... and ... was out. SundayAs I awoke I could hear sounds. Real faint at first then louder as my mind started to climb back out of the deep pit it fell into the night before. Voices. Lots of voices around me. It sounded wrong. Sounded unfamiliar. Before I even could open my eyes I started to get a knot in my stomach. Something deep inside me was setting off. Just then she gets a call from the bride herself (her best friend Brittany) and she asks to come down to her house and help her and her sister out. She accepts. So as she turns around her breast are so big that the laces going across her chest can barely contain her bulging tits. So we hop in the rental car and drive to her house. So we're at the brides house and my mom and I go to the room with Brittany and her sister Meghan and I ask why do I have to go? And she says "because... " I get no. ”“Go to the furthest table,” she instructed, pointing with one of her dagger-like fingers on one of her four arms. “You’ll be handled separately. It will take time to process the others.”The communications were tricky. Though each of the humans spoke Tandori, their understanding of its nuances was rudimentary. Most of their knowledge came from their nanobots, which triggered specific regions in the brain associated with English words, forming rough translations within their minds. They actually. Debra fought and struggled against her restraints, but it was of no use. She was mumbling and grunting into the ball, but not with much volume.“You know Deb, I lied about the store closing. This is a porn shop we never close. I just wanted to lure you here so I could have some fun. Watch closely now. Do you see this little sign? Can you read it? Here I will read it for you. It say 5 cents to feel tits, 10 cents to feel cunt, 25 cents to view movies in the booths, or 50 cents to fuck the whore..