”“Oh ... don’t worry about that. I’m fine.”Before he had time to protest, she bundled him up in her arms, his stomach lurching as she crouch...ed on her long legs and propelled herself into the air. He felt like a joey in its mother’s pouch, the alien leaping at least ten feet straight up. There was a sound like creaking wood as she plunged her sharp claws deep into the bark, latching on as she held him in one arm and gripped the tree with the other. She began to clamber upwards, buffeting him as. She opened every drawer and dug deep in his closets. While she found some boxes of photographs, there was literally nothing there that belonged to her mother. It was as if her dad had removed every memory of her after she had abandoned them.She was putting things away, hoping he wouldn’t notice she had disturbed his space, when she noticed one of his shirts. She remembered this one; he wore it to the restaurant he took her to on her last birthday. She remembered how good he looked in it, and. She stands before me with black knee-length boots with stilhetto heels, a tiny sheer g-string that barely covers her sex triangle, a black half-cup bra that pushes up her ample breasts with some spill-over at the top and a latex mask which covers her entire head, with the exception of her mouth, nose and eyes. Her sexy full lips are painted with the hottest red lipstick. She asks, "What do you think of my outfit?"I respond, "You look gorgeous Mistress."She replies that by the look of my cock, I. I'll give you a choice though: either go home or strip naked now." Huh? You want me to strip. Why?" Because you were the most immature idiot, and that has a penalty. If you want to be part of this plan, strip; otherwise go home." But..."The rest of the guys shouted down Peter's objection, yelling "Don't be such a pussy," and other helpful suggestions.Peter wasn't happy to strip, although he hadn't seemed to have any moral objections to the process when it was being done to Carol. He had no real.