She could barely see the table. The interrogator was a mere haloed outline.Amy desperately tried to make out his features. Her attention was drawn to ...the table. The numbered plastic basket was there. To her astonishment, she recognized her purse on the table. She must have involuntarily gasped because the cane struck the small of her back with a swishing sound that Amy had learned to dread.“Do you recognize this?,” the interrogator’s voice echoed off the concrete.:”That’s my purse.” She paused.. "I've been eating a lot since we met." But we've been getting a lot of sexercise."She giggled and said, "Maybe, but it's not enough." Jeez Pam, you're going to wear the skin off junior. I'm actually sore this morning."She launched into baby talk, "Awww, poor baby. Can Pammy kiss it and make it better?" Well, if you think that'd help."She turned and crawled under the covers. Just her lovely firm bottom and legs were sticking out. Her hand grasped my flaccid manhood and she started kissing it and. "You see them, John?" Morgana asked."Yes, would be easy to deal with them, just make their hearts explode in their chests," I replied."Our Seiðmaðr have tried this, the Nephilim Seiðmaðr counter almost immediately," Torsenn replied."May I?" I asked Morgana and Torsenn.They both nodded and Morgana shielded Torsenn. I had planned on simply stopping their hearts, but thought instead of a manoeuvre I'd tried in Kurukshetra. I expanded my senses even further out, completely passive, nothing active. After our session, we stripped off and jumped into Tina’s hot tub and relaxed in our glow. Tom and Tina said they were so happy to have us, I mean fuck us, they had wanted to for a long time. Tina said, “Sophie and I have been sucking each other’s pussy for a year now when you guys go to work, we thought this joining would be a great adventure to take, and letting you guys see our online stuff was the ticket. Both you guys are crossdressers that need to have crossdresser sex and we lesbian.