That wasn't supposed to be my wish. Please forgive me" She closed her eyes, perhaps feeling the strength of emotions radiating from me, and sensing m...y desperation if not my sincerity smiled superlatively downwards. "Very well Ailara, I would not want to see you go wanting. What do you truly desire?" I thought a moment. "Your breasts, Valsivale, they are not natural, are they?" She scowled now, but again I stammered, "I mean no disrespect! I would have you do the same for me!" "Yes, my bosom. Also gehe ich vor die Tür. Danach kommen gleich die nächsten Aufforderungen. Weiter gehen - Geh weiter nach unten. Also gehe ich ein paar Stufen die Treppe runter und bleibe dann aber doch stehen. Es genügt beiden Frauen nicht dass ich nur so kurz im Treppenhaus stehe. Ich drehe mich um und beide sagen ich soll bis an die Haustür gehen. Damit sie das auch kontrollieren können soll ich dann noch die Tür öffnen und außen zum Wohnzimmerfenster hochgucken. Das ist schon ein Wahnsinn aber auch so. The breasts and wig would not pull off and I remembered Muscles sayingthe skin would rip first. So I scrubbed as best I could, and washed thewig, which smelled like piss and cum anyway. I could barely touch mytesticles, they were so sore, and I could only rinse and pat my anuswhich felt ripped apart. I toweled off and was looking for a brush tobrush out the wig when I heard the key in the door, and the sound of itopening. I froze in utter shock, caught like a deer in the headlights asI watched. It was similar in some respects to the false start at the Battle of Monmouth Courthouse almost three years later but this time I knew it was right where I wanted to be at the right time and in the right place. At least I thought so until I remembered that what we thought was Bunker Hill was really Breed’s Hill which looked an awful lot like its neighbor only a bit lower.The fact that I had the advantage of a Monday morning quarterback to critique the error in fortifying the wrong hill was.