Funny that it only then occurredto me that I had neglected to give Bobby a purse. It really was theonly thing lacking in his feminine costume. I turne... to see Bobbystanding in the hallway, waiting. This pleased me to no end as I'd hada fear, albeit a slight one, that he might simply make his way upstairsand begin removing his dress, his lovely petticoat, his stockings,girdle, Charmante bra, and those pretty ruffled panties of his.Instead, Bobby appeared genuinely confused, as if wondering what. She reached the door and rang the bell.The door was opened by an old Nun who ushered her inside.Celine was made to sit in a waiting room with f******n other people, there was six males and eight females.Celine looked around at their faces,they all looked nervous,there was one guy she fancied straight off,he was definitely her type,he was beautiful,she found it hard to believe that a gy like him would allow himself to go through what she knew was going to happen.She tried to make eye contact. Meanwhile, they were stripping off their pants. Laura had heard stories about black men. All four of these guys had huge cocks, as big as Rick's and Jamie's. And one, she guessed it was Lonell, had a cock as big as a horse's, surely the biggest one ever created. Laura almost gagged with fear as she looked at it, knowing what they intended for her."I'll scream," she warned."Steven, go get something to put in her mouth," Gerald said. "And pick up the butter from the kitchen on your way back." Oh. She growled her frustration at her situation but otherwise didn’t speak nor attempt to reverse my hold on her.Were they communicating telepathically?“Who are you?” I asked. Even to me, I sounded incensed.The older man looked at me and said nothing for a minute. It became evident that he would speak only when he was good and ready.I looked past him to the rest of the room. Almost everyone was here and looked to be in good health. Yeah, almost everyone. I didn’t see my mom anywhere.The woman I.