My face felt like I was being subjected to an intense wind that was blowing my skin back. My ass felt like it was pushing back against a wall. In a sp...it second the walls began to retract, but as they did, I felt a huge weight on my chest and as it completely retracted the weight released and rested against my stomach. I was in complete shock. My ass and legs were clearly altered, but I couldn’t get past my chest. Then the voice returned.“Under what name would you like the profile. I saw the towel drop and i peeked out from under the bed. My jaw dropped she was putting on her bra with her tight little ass facing me. She started to rummage through her panty drawer as i looked up at her bra, it was green and white, just like the thong that was sitting on my desk. I slid back under the bed being sure i was going to get caught, Fuck. DING DONGSean can you get that?, Sean?Ugh, that little brat is starting to annoy me.She put on a pair of pajama pants and a hoodie and left. I. She felt movement under her labia as the oval pattern changed and the labia massager's 'mouths' and 'lips' moved upward and made contact with her sex. The lips formed around her outer folds and clitoral hood with pleasurable suckling and massaging actions. A sigh was heard as the sensations flooded her labia, clitoris and vagina. In a few seconds a soft mouth-like tube pushed through the circled opening on the saddle and the top of the labia massager shrunk down from her clitoral hood. The. Ahmed and I packed up our gear and caught a ride back to Erbil in a Russian Jeep. He was just as anxious to get home as I was. Ahmed wasn’t a soldier, but was a civilian hired by the local office of the Buckman Foundation, which coordinated my charitable activities in the Middle East, and was now working overtime to help with refugees in both Kurdistan and Turkey. He looked about as tired as I felt. I told him to take a couple of days off and get some sleep and clean up and then to look me up..