"I think he's going to be right at home here, Karen", mused Jane as I was led into a virtual feminization playground. The first thing I noticed was a ...ynecological exam table. Surrounding equipment made me think that real live gynecology had been performed there and later that year, I would find out how true that supposition was. All sorts of equipment that I’d previously only seen in trade publications soon came into view. But the thing that got my fullest attention was a beauty salon station. They usually left the stall door unlatched. She would sit on the toilet and spread her legs (she was always wearing a dress or skirt and no panties). Sometimes she would unbutton her blouse to show off her full tits and a sexy bra. Anna liked to improvise about other men walking in on them. She always ended up sucking their cocks too. She would suck two, three and more cocks in the fantasy. She would beg them to cum in her mouth, on her face and on her tits. It could go like this: “Carl there’s. . into the yielding, balmy succulence of her vaginal canal. Her engorged clit and pussy lips spread wide around the thick meat as the helmet popped into her slobbery cunt. She groaned and pushed back towards me. I started to move away, and then realized I didn't want to prolong this anymore. I pushed back at her and my cock forced the slick opening of her pussy through both sets of her parted lips and slid inside. The head buried itself inside her, and I marveled at how tight she felt.I leaned. .. they can't be hurt. Two ... if they're caught they can't be hurt. No matter what ... they can't be hurt." Eat your porridge, Jack," Seven said.I hate pea soup ... gives me gas. He chuckled."What's so funny?" Seven asked."You'll find out," Jack laughed.That night a green fog joined the grey one."Oh, God, Jack ... what is that smell? Did they build a tannery over night?" Pea soup, Sultry. Pea soup. I told Seven. You just found out."Sultry went out to sleep in the backhouse.The next three days.