There they were. That’s what she wanted. Ellen smiled once she saw them. “Those are the ones,” Ellen said. “Do you have them in my size though...” The clerk asked her size. Ellen told her and the sales clerk said “Ohhhhhhh miss, I’m sorry. We don’t have any more of those in that size.” Ellen turned and said “Will you be getting any of them anytime soon?” That clerk shook her head. “I don’t know. They don’t tell us anything. I sure wish they would. It would help. Maybe I could help you out. Tell. We were also pissed. Let me outline the terrorist plan for you so that you might better understand why."A slide presentation was presented as I narrated showing the images that were burned into our mind from the original attack. Adam had created slides that were identical to the original pictures. The only addition was flight 93 plunging into the capitol dome. A short clip was also shown depicting the collapse of the twin towers and an estimated casualty count was given. The room was still. Max rang the doorbell & Raven the mind controlled slut immediately answered, dressed in frilly bra , panties & short heels , she was sportier than Carol . Raven rang a dinner bell & immediately her mom Lynn entered the room , at 5ft 2 , with 34dd tits she was stacked & was wearing 8inch thigh hooker boots along with wearing a french maids outfit. Ballgagged & collared Lynn , was blonde & carried a tray of alcoholic drinks for her guests. Two days earlier Max had hypnotized Lynn & had also made. I am to remain in this position as she prepares the enema. (Remember, the whole time I have been looking through my legs into the wall-mounted mirror to see my penis and balls hanging down, to see Nurse Ashley tending to my asshole; the view from the mirror on the ceiling is quite interesting, too). It wasn't too long before Nurse Ashley returned with the enema bag - a 1500cc hospital unit. She told me that she was being kind and using warm water, as she inserted the nozzle into my asshole. I.