Put your hands behind your head, feet apart, and stay that way. Look straight ahead. No moving!”I was just standing there as he circled me. His paws... on my ass and breasts. Then my pussy. Then starting over. He inspected me like a combination drill sergeant and livestock breeder. He settled his left hand to cup my pussy, one finger pressing between my very wet lips. I gasped and blushed.“My, my, Lynn, you are sopping wet. You like whoring yourself to your husband's boss?”I bit my lower lip not. She writes something on a tiny clipboard. “I'm really hoping we can just talk, Marna.”“Stop saying my name.”She looks up from what she's writing. “Right,” she says. “You don't even know mine yet. I'm Lucy.”The one Ailbe talked about. She must have drugged me in my sleep and dragged me here. Yet another bitch I'll soon be collecting vengeance on.“I know all about you,” I say.“You really don't,” Lucy says, “but we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. You'll be here for a bit.”“The. How do you know this? For the past four years, you've seen visions, visions of various events worldwide, and good or bad, every one of them has come true. Last year, you received a vision, involving a massive tornado. Your vision did not show you where the incident took place, but it showed the results. That incident was dubbed ‘The Tornado of '05’, simple yet effective. It took place in the southern continent, taking almost all of the life present there. Scientists looked at it as the type. George found the sense of excitement and vulnerability very arousing. At least it would have been if it were not for the crotch snaps on the bodyshaper. He was beginning to understand what Bobby saw in this.Later, after Jean had ripped the gown off and they had thoroughly tested the resilience of their mattress, George lay back while Jean was cradled in his arm.Jean murmured. "George, was it the occasion or the dress? You seemed to really get into the fun tonight." It was you, babe. I think I.