“Alright,” it was too much, “but if it gets out you know it’s serious for me, okay?”“Yes we know,” Christina nodded, “but we’ve got ...one already, anyway.”That was true of course. A judge wouldn’t care about the quality.“Okay come on,” Christina came and started on my belt. “Angie can take one of you and me.”Angie was tugging my T-shirt up. In a moment I was naked and being towed towards the bed while Christina’s white cotton panties topped the pile of clothes on the armchair.She spread her big. "Now, Alicia," I said, still scratching the point of the pin against her shoulder bones, "where is the box?" But Alicia did not reply.I drew my chair close in front of her and sat down in it. Reaching out to her, I cupped the firm fullness of one breast in my hand. Curling my fingers around it, I caressed it like the gentlest of lovers. "Very nice, Alicia. It will be a shame to damage these." Cold fingers of fear skittered down her back as I reached to the plastic bowl for the pins. Her courage. He smiled and said it wasn’t easy. I then came out to him and told hime that from time to time I also crossdressed and that I was very bisexual or even leaning more to the gay side. Well of course he then told me he knew I was at least bisexual and did from time to time see me wear short skirts and panties. We looked at each other and both said it was great to unload our little secret. I agreed with him and also told him that he did look good in a thong.With that all over it was time to watch. And love each other, for eternity.It was an image of her future she held dear to her heart, and the thought that it might be torn asunder, poisoned, or tainted by horrible, cruel realities befalling her love infuriated her. The idea that Jack might become as twisted, hateful, and paranoid a man as Viktor was a terrifying one. How quickly such a thought left the realm of absurdity, and into to the realm of possibility. Natasha’s warning about his rage, and now this?She had to fix this.“D ... Do.