“Yes, I’m yours.” His voice, level again, adds quietly, “…and I’m yours.” We’re both quiet for a moment. A rush of emotion surges th...ough me and I want to blurt out that I love him, but for as 21 st century as I am, I still seem to hold on to old-fashioned decrees about how soon you should confess your feelings, or whom should say them first. What’s not holding me back though is concern that he doesn’t feel the same. As much as I want to hear the words from him, I feel them with every look. Don’t ask me whose idea it was but before I knew it we were in the gazebo, and I was dancing by the light of a tiki torch. Naked. Blame the tequila. Blame the fact that he got naked first and dared me. Blame the fact that he had whispered in my ear how much he was dying to kiss my big thighs, my round belly…what a sweet talker… The tequila was wearing off just as I was gyrating up on the bench and Matt was moving in for a closer look. I felt his breath on my thighs…then his hands on my round. Her fake cock drops to the floor and bounces like a rubber ball."Fuck -- is he small! No wonder he needed that," the leather man laughs.As they both strip down to their jockstraps, she pulls her jockstrap upher legs. The leather men help her adjust and she sees her reflection inthe mirror as she stands next to them, flat across her crotch -- a bulgein theirs:One of leather men pushes her down on a trunk on the floor in thebackroom. She ends up on all fours like a dog.The other leather man comes. Anyway, given enough time, I might eventually harden my heart to it. It won’t be easy, but perhaps it’s inevitable, given the amount of death necessarily involved,” Lyle smiled as he kissed Kat and Karen both on the lips.Shortly after this conversation, Lyle led a still semi-dressed Hortense to the duty officer first for her new uniform, which was ready by that point. It was a temporary outfit, pending the girl’s training and augmentation, which would make her somewhat larger at least. Even so,.