I shouldered my overnight bag, and walked through the door that the secretary had gestured to. An older woman was inside, sitting behind a large desk,... and she smiled and stood as I entered. "Trudy, so nice to see you. Please, have a seat."I sat in one of the plush chairs in front of her desk, and automatically handed her the sheaf of papers that Mr. Peterson had prepared for me.She took the papers, and started rifling through them. She asked me some basic questions: Where was I from? How long. But so was all the baggage that came with being a woman. Hair. Makeup. Posture. Clothes. Pantyhose? Fuck. Well, I'd bought in because I wanted to do something to help my country. Not just good old USA. I'd bought in for something bigger. Democracy. This country is more than just Hollywood and Washington. It's more than just USA Today and Entertainment Tonight. The Super Bowl is more than new commercials and the half time crap that the network crams down my throat. This idea behind this country. .. you’re first...“ “That’s right!” “You lucky bastard!” Lars, long and lean, with scruffy blonde hair, was already wanking himself up to full erection. He knelt down behind the shuddering form of Xena whose eyes looked mad with horror. She was making a****l-like noises, striving to move yet completely enfeebled. Lars seized her flanks and a hideous shrieking cry erupted from her. “NOOO... NOOOOOOOOO... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Oh yes... yes...YES!” yelled Flavia from the packed balcony... and. Once I had cum, Mandy said, “Get off bitch and get ready to kiss Ms. Pussy goodnight.”I crawled off Tommy and knelt beside Mandy. She took her panties out of my mouth and presented her pussy to me. I was ready to kiss it, but she stopped me. “I think we’ll leave Tommy right where he is tonight. You can sleep with me. Tammy, you can sleep with your brother or use the spare room. Your choice.”“Well, I don’t want to sleep with him, so will use the other room. Let’s just leave him like he is. Tied.