You can closet yourself on the outside for your classes, yourdressing would just be when we are together."Frankie thought it over. It was pretty tempt...ing. The final factor wasHelen's suggestion for a book idea."...and maybe your writing and research this year could be about cross-dressers and trannies. You could do a sociological study here in New Yorkof the transgendered scene. You know, interviews, descriptions. You couldkeep a journal that could satisfy your writing requirement at work.. ..no..." Sister Nancy clutched at her habit and felt the weight of the object she had secreted there earlier."Sister, no!" That was Mary.Suddenly, everything seemed to slow.Sister Nancy cocked and leveled the flare gun at George's back. Then she pulled the trigger.Jason had turned for one last look back at Allie and Mary, who were possibly pregnant with his children, when he saw Sister Nancy raise the gun. He hurled himself sidelong into George. As he and the tribal leader fell to the ground he. Their language was crude and ancient, but I could understand most of it. “Look at this! A human. What’s it doing down here?!” “Shan’t we eetit?” “Fool!” The larger creature, the one that was holding me and easily resisting my attempts at escape, punched the other in the head with a blow that would have reduced me to pulp. “We must give’im to the King. He handles such things.” “Yes Burr. You boss.” With the frightening, although short, conversation repeating itself inside my head, I was. After dressing, the three of us sauntered out of the restroom. I felt amazing after cumming in Bettie's virgin pussy. Aleah leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, her lips tasting of tangy cunt, my own of her spicy musk. She darted her tongue around mine.“Mmm, take care, Master,” she said. “I'll see you soon at lunch.”I winked at her. “I'll find something for you to eat.”“Love me some fish tacos,” she said and made a V with two of her fingers. She pressed them to her lips and fluttered her.