Not wanting it to end I found myself thrusting back onto Sir, wiggling my bottom for him and trying to give him some friction or motion while he was s...till pushing himself deep into me… Finally it was over and Sir released me and put me back to work cleaning the dungeon as he went into his office and was talking on the phone. Thankfully, Sir did not require I get plugged again, as I doubt it would have stayed in. We did get the chance to spend a little time with him a couple weeks ago though. I. We have to collect and preserve evidence at the crime scene, we have to get witness testimony, we have to do things in what is called a ‘legally defensible’ way. It can be very interesting, but it can also be painstaking. TV shows don’t always show that in the one hour they have in their programs.’ Just then my police cellphone buzzed. I took the call, hearing Captain Ross tell me of a body found at Ronald Reagan Park. ‘Okay, guys, I’m afraid I have to cut this short.’ I said. ‘Alison, Chris,. Fat and ugly she may have been but within her thick balding disease raddled skull lived one of the weakest intellects ever found on Tyneside, coupled with a mule like stubbornness and a vocabulary which would make a Fishwife blush, she got prostitutes a bad nameAda led the march, up the muddy road to George Stephensons works, "Smash the Fucking Machines" the posters were supposed to say but "Smas the Fukklink Massings" was one of the more legible attempts.George Stephenson was woken by Ernie. He turned to see the dials align with 3 feminine asses. He felt the same warm tingling sensation sweep around his waist and hips. He instinctively pulled his pants off and saw that he now had a nice slim waist and smooth round hips and ass to go with the breasts. He looked over and saw that Kenneth was experiencing the same changes."Stop playing the fucking machine. Are you so stupid that you can?t see that it is changing us," screamed Kenneth. He got up and ran to the door. He found it was.