" and Claire's thighs parted some more."Mmmmmm what a wonderful thought," she sighed."Okay," I whispered hoarsely." Would you?" Her voice grew deeper....Wha... What do I do?" Mmmmmmm...Frankie baby, I seem to be soaked here." Claire seemed not to have heard me as she inserted her middle finger and seemed to stir it around. Quivering, she pulled her finger out and offered it to me.Without hesitating, I accepted it. My tongue licked it feverously, trying to overcome the taboo and assimilate the. WE MET AT SALLY'S HOUSE ON THAT SAT.THEY TOLD ME THAT I WOULD HAVE TO WATCH HOW THEY DID THINGS AND THEY WOULD HELP ME FIRST YOU DON'T NEED ANY REAL HELP WITH YOUR WALK YOU HAVE A VERY FEM NATURAL WALK AND THAT WAY YOU HOLD YOUR HANDS LIMP WRIST LIKE A GIRL YOU ARE GOING TO BECOME ONE OF US AND IT WILL TAKE TIME BUT BY THE TIME WE GET DONE NO ONE IS GOING TO BE ABLE TO TELL US APART FIRST WE ARE GOING TO TEACH YOU THE WAY A GIRL PUTS ON HER BRA AND PANTIES NOW JOANNA PUT THIS BRA ON AND REACH. I was touching her up good style and I returned to that silky top and made a move towards her tits. She groaned as I cupped both in my hands and began kissing the back of her neck.She pushed off me for a second then flipped around to face me, her face a little screwed up as she croaked "I hate it when you do this to me"."Do what?" I asked for a moment puzzled at what she was getting at. Then she broke into a smile and raised her face up to kiss me, prodding me in the chest "Getting me bloody. ’ ‘Hell and damnation, that bastard. I’ll get you some food.’ She looked up when she realized he hadn’t given her any underwear. He smiled. ‘No underwear. What’s your name, by the way?’ ‘Caitlin,’ she whispered. ‘Caitlin. Got a last name, Caitlin?’ ‘Cunningham.’ ‘Caitlin Cunningham. Come on, Catie. My name is Jonathan DeMarco, by the way. When we are out in public, you’ll call me Jon. When we’re alone, you’ll call me sir or master. Understand?’ ‘Yes,’ and quickly added ‘sir’ when he raised his.