I put my hands on her shoulders to steady her, thrusting my cock forward as I did so.I’d taken her by surprise. Em twisted her head, freeing herself... A dribble of saliva crept out of her mouth. “What are you doing?” she gasped.“Isn’t that obvious?” Cyn replied, sounding quite nasty as her hand twisted and twisted. “We’re treating you like the little slut you crave to be…”“I don’t…” Em began.“Your cunt says otherwise,” Cyn told her. “Fuck, you’re wet, you little slut.”“I’m not a slut!” Emily. I’m so nervous that in the 15-minute drive to the meeting place I smoke a half a pack of cigarettes and I’m lighting more as I wait at the gas station for him. After about a 30-minute wait a car with tinted windows pulls up beside me and rolls the window down, “are you Jake,” the man asks. He’s about 20 by my guess and a bit on the heavy side short hair and olive skin ton. Honestly not that impressive looking “yes are you Chaz” I say taking the last puff on my cig before I throw it on the. " Shetook hundreds of pictures of him posed and posing in various feminineways and he was having a ball, he loved being a lady and acting like asuper model, and she loved watching him. "Well now darling, I know beingso young you haven't given much thought to this, but now that you'veachieved your goal of looking like a lady have you given any thought towhat you like to do with the cloned Mrs. Grant."Actually this surprised him, she was right, he'd never given it anythought, other than he wished. Don't worry, you'll catch up. It took me a while too, and I was only a bit older than you when I moved in here."Stacy started nibbling on Betty's ears and neck, keeping them both silent for a few minutes. Well, silent except for the odd moan or sigh."One thing I do know, Stace, is that I'd rather be sitting here with you right now than be anywhere else in the world. What's going to happen now?"PastThe proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan one Saturday late in October.Jonathan had promised.