There on the convertible couch is a school girl outfit. Skirt, blouse with matching emblems, guarder belt, stockings, G-string panties, high heels and...to top it all off a red wig.I grab the hanger with the skirt and blouse and rush back into the living room, “What's this? You don't want me to wear this do you? I'd look like a girl. I'm not a girl.” My indignation apparent. You just look at me patiently for a moment. “Its my fantasy. I'm not saying you're a girl. But, you have to admit under the. ‘You mean all of them?’ Ryan nodded. ‘If not all, then darn near. I’d rather not have these idiots catch us flatfooted, or decide that they’re going to throw a temper tantrum in order to get a few extra news crews down here.’ ‘A tantrum defined as…?’ ‘Provoking a few Cos-players into beating them down, starting a riot, that sort of thing.’ ‘We’ve come close already,’ Edward told him. ‘There were complaints.’ ‘Oh?’ Ryan asked, still looking out the window. ‘Some people claimed they were assaults. And she just started talking about me, to the women almost I wasn't there, telling them how nice my cock felt and looked and even going on to tell them about one of my fantasies to lick several women's pussies one right after another. The women roared with laughter, and I laughed right with them, but some of them must of thought about it, because all of a sudden the comments were;"He can crawl right over here and eat my pussy now, then another and another". It was Renee, who then said, if. The pictures of the girl during her earlier training had sold well and already he had two prospective purchasers. He would first have her nipples pierced for nipple rings and another through her belly button, this to take the leash which would be used for taking her for walks. Now that John was about to take Claire off his hands he would be free to train Kim in the park: it was quite large enough and the gardeners would be glad of some time with another very pretty and obedient slave.He knew.