In Suzette's hand she felt him reach a new height of hardnessand throbbing. He continued to force his finger down her throat andwatched as her shoulde...rs rounded and her abdominal muscles tightened. Herbody wanted the offending finger out of her throat, but her mind wastelling her to relax. Sean removed the finger and smiled and saw inSuzette's eyes a glint of satisfaction. So, Sean immediately placed twofingers into the willing sissy's mouth and pushed them well into herthroat. Suzette began. “So what are we supposed to do today?” I asked.“They’re having an adoption drive and we’re volunteering to help. There’ll be some press there to capture the event, and you’ll write a check as a donation,” Halle summarized.“So, how many are you rescuing?” I asked.“None,” Rita quickly said, and glared at me.Halle bit her bottom lip.“Mom has never let me have a pet. She let Trip have a goldfish when he was young, and it lasted about a week. I think my brother is irresponsible and shouldn’t be. Esme wanted to watch one of her subtitled foreign monstrosities; normally, I vetoed them straight away and she giggled and let me have my way, but tonight she was just plain difficult because of Taylor. He was civil—said he didn't mind what we watched—and it annoyed her no end. We settled on a terrible, tasteless comedy that made none of us laugh, and Esme made excuses for bed before the end."Come with me, pixie," she hissed, shoving her elbow into my ribs."I should see Taylor out."She rolled. ''Then take it off, and your pants.' He watched her avidly. 'Pretty, aren't they. Is them the school colours?'She nodded, tears now starting from her eyes. She was afraid he might hurt her and wondered if he was on drugs. His next remark shook her. 'Bring them here' he said and took her skirt and pants. 'Now, put those on' he said, pointing to the soiled clothes she had picked up off the floor and put on the bed.'But they aren't mine' she said, desperately.'You inferring there's something wrong.