She then asked me if she had done well. I replied that I would judge that when I had the other side of the story, but she should know not to look for ...raise for doing what she was told.The entertainment that evening was a whipping of a total pain slut, which Emma and Carol did not enjoy, as I think they were imagining what it would be like to hang suspended whilst a horsewhip was used to draw blood. However, they were paraded around, their rings were tested, they were slapped a few times, then. I couldn't help but gasping at the sensation. "Kind of...sensitive..."After this, I continued to explore my body, running my hands over nearlyevery inch of my skin as I tried to take it all in. However, I avoidedgiving much more attention to my new genitals as the whole thing seemedjust a little too personal for my comfort.And once I was finished with my self-examination, I went through some ofthose new stretches that I was now capable of again, though without myclothes they seemed a whole lot. This man was always doing this to me. Building my anticipation to become silent. I had to try to let it go. Without giving him the satisfaction of knowing something I didn’t. We sat there for a long time he was looking at the flowers outside. I was reading the papers. It was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet. ‘So when will I meet Randy and Susan?’ I asked nonchalantly. ‘That was the call I had been waiting for. They have landed made it to the home they will be staying in. Looking forward to. Fair skin with dark hair, like TimothyDalton or Alec Baldwin. The mother was beautiful, and looked like asneak preview of the girl in the locket some 35 years in the future. Theyounger girl bore a strong resemblance the girl in the locket, but Iwasn't sure if it was a match. Too much time had passed and my memory ofher face wasn't perfect.There was only one way to be sure if these two girls were the same. Iprinted up a copy of the article and took it home.------It was late in the afternoon,.