The smart thing to do right there was try on the suit and leave. But this big dark opening, right there in the middle of a store. It was just too weir...d. Leaving my shirt, shoes and the unpurchased suit behind, I turned and took a step into the darkness.It was strange inside the tunnel. It was like there was this fog in there, fog so thick that I could barely see the dressing room I had just stepped out of. I took a couple of steps. The floor was cold and slick under my socks. I took a couple of. She looked at his eyes and shone a light into them, then scanned his chart. Finally she looked at his notes."What happened to me?" he asked her."From what I heard you were attacked by three men. They gave you a good kicking. Your hands were damaged in the attack and they kicked your genitals."You have bruising over your chest area, but no bones broken there. You've been head-butted, but no cranial damage, or brain damage. Your nose survived as well." My hands!" he said. "They're bandaged; are. ??Good job Cunt, that’s why I released your hands. Would you help me take care of the undersides of these enormous meat bags???Yes, sir.??Thank you Cunt, you’re so helpful. I’m sure Amy appreciates your help too. Now hold this tit up by the nipple so I can paint the bottoms.?Amy winced yet again as her nipple was pulled up until the entire breast was lifted. Brad proceeded to beat a steady rhythm on the stretched skin, now so vulnerable to his perverted affections. Amy threw a fit but Cunt. But ... grabbing him in a hug and laying a tonsil check on him doesn’t seem like the best way to get along with our future sister-wife, either.”Christine giggled. “Neither would grabbing him and saying, ‘Let’s fuck’.”“Christine.”“Yeah, I know, but darnit, I’m getting more afraid all the time. This surely isn’t anything like meeting one of our clients for the first time. He had paid the escort service for us, but we didn’t know at that point whether he wanted anything beyond arm candy. But, men.