When I got to her knees, she bent slightly so that her fragrant pussy was inches from my eager lips. She stood there for a minute, then laughed at the...drool sliding down my chin. "Whore, you want my pussy, do you? Well you must earn it." I felt the bull whip strike my upper back with a crack. Pain radiated down my back, straight to my pussy. "Thank you, Mistress, may I please have another?" I gasped. "Excuse me, slave? Count! Ten more lashes for your mistake," she roared. My eyes widened at. " What will they do with him?" Forced sex change. Six or eight years in the industry."Cheri smiled.She went up to Brent. "Hi." Cherry Girl!" Brent hugged her enthusiastically."Kind of lost that cherry at the Bloop." Cheri pulled away from the hug."Saseko." Cheri nodded to the girlfriend.Brent said, "You lost that cherry before the Bloop."Cheri nodded."No hard feelings?" Brent asked.Cheri laughed. "None at all. Saseko, have you done community service atthe JerseyMax yet?"Saseko shook her. Trisha had continued to be uncomfortable and distracted since the night before."What's going on, Sweet? I hope you're not thinking about breaking up with me because of this thing with Jeff. We're going to fight him, and I'll stand by you; you know that." Thanks. It's nothing like that. But, we do need to talk." Uh, oh. Famous last words. Let's go get comfortable." Mark placed his arm around Trisha's shoulders as they went to the sofa. He didn't lose contact when they sat down, and proceeded to. "Buthere, let me help you."She passed me a hanger which had a ringmaster's coat like her own and apair of hot pants like her's. Not wanting to walk around in myunderwear I put them on.The mirror keeper passed me a top hat and as I put it on I noticed howthe mirror keeper and the mirrors melted away and I was back in my homestreet. The street was wet as if it had just been raining.Had it been a dream? I stepped forward and heard the clacking of mystilettos on the pavement. It hadn't been a.