K., how about this?," Jill bargained. "What if I donatemy boyfriend and Tina donates her husband. You help us getthem into dresses. Then we can all...swap feminized sexslaves."LIPSTICK SLAVE: PART TWOChapter One:Well, now I was really in trouble. It was bad enough thatDebbie and Sharon, whom I worked with, had turned me intotheir feminized sex slave. I would dress up when theyordered me to, get an erection as they put make-up on me,and service them sexually. Debbie and Sharon. That's when it happened. Nadine took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips. Tingles crept down my spine. It was the oddest, yet most sensual thing I'd ever experienced. She was unapologetic. "Run my bath water, angel." Her husky voice made my heart thump a little harder on this particular day. "A woman's scent says a lot about her," she'd said as I poured her favorite bath salts into the running water. The smell was intoxicating. I breathed in the sweet fragrance. She reminded me. “Don’t they have alternates?” Lee asked.“Supposedly they had only exactly the right number of qualified applicants,” José replied.“How’d you hear about it?” Jocelyn asked.“You know Dona’s campus job this year is in the admissions office, right? She heard it there. They’re going to post flyers today. I’m going to go put in my application at 9:00am.”“You’ll have my support for sure!” I replied. “Are they going to do a new survey?”“I have no idea. Melody wasn’t sure either because this really does. I found courage and this time I approached them from the front and she probably realised that I was the same chap who asked the lewd question. When I was a foot or two close to them, she stopped in her tracks and posed a direct question,”kya chahiye?” (what do you want?)I froze, not expecting a retort. I fumbled,”tera doodh” (your milk) and I fled the scene. They were amused and I saw them laughing all the way back home.I was red with embarrassment but that day I shagged my balls out in the.