“May I help you?” said a quiet voice behind me.”Without turning I smiled; this was my quarry.“May I be of assistance to you?” he asked again...more firmly.Now I turned slowly, fully conscious that the moonlight would be shining through the gossamer gown, illuminating my naked body beneath. I leant back against the window frame and smiled warmly.“Lady Kayla!” “Ah, you must be Dorazi.”“Dor-zi, my lady,” he corrected me and bowed. “Forgive me but what brings you here at this hour? You must remember. His arms are muscular from the physical activity of his job. His legs have the same strength they had when he was a teen…stronger, again from his job. She removes her robe and he sees the barest hint of pink nipple through the mesh of her gown. The thin, silk straps slide down her shoulders provocatively. Reaching out he slides his hands along her arms and shoulders. He sees her nipples harden through the gown as she moans softly. She steps away and lets the gown slip to the floor, revealing. "Very well. You may regret that, but I willhave you as a sissy slut in training."The rest of the conversation continued with him promising to send me achastity device to arrive first thing Monday morning. He explained how Iwould be completely transformed into a shemale with breast implants,facial reconstruction and everything. I would be claimed by Master andtaught to serve him and his friends. I would become a whore, debasingmyself with random strangers in order to pay for my "sissy. When Mistress Melissa came up behind him and forcibly tweaked both hisnipples he instantly dropped to his knees as Miss Linda eagerly raisedher ultra short skirt. He rammed his tongue through the opening of hernew crotchless panties and directly into her dripping wet pussy - - herdripping wet, and now completely depilated, smooth-as-a-cue-ball, pussy!Simon was beside himself with joy. Linda would have never dreamed ofshaving down there! She wouldn't even trim down there and was contentto.