"No, to do this thing right," I'd replied, trying to suppress anyapparent eagerness -- I didn't want to encourage her to go too far."You said it earli...r -- the more I seem to be a woman, the less likelyit is I'll feel embarrassed as a man, so the more easily I'll be able to... do what I said I'd do." I couldn't quite say 'get four men to wagtheir cocks in my face and then push them into my mouth.'My first glance into the salon mirror told me that it made sense for meto feel completely. "Are these the women you said I should play with to find out if I like women?" she asked. Both slaves shuddered, and Steve smiled wryly as he replied, "You can certainly play with these two if you want to, but the two I have at home would actually enjoy it, which would probably be better for your first time."Ronnie smiled, and said, "Very well. I do like the tits on this one," she said as she stroked Joelle's breast. Joelle tried not to pull away, but she couldn't help flinching. Annette was. “Prioress Gabrielle!” came the muffled voice of her supposed superior, Bishop Mathys, “Open this door! King Roland is here, and he demands to see you this instant!”Garbielle took a moment to compose herself, before returning her satchel to it’s hiding place and silently closing the armoire. Things were beginning to look grim, but perhaps there could be some other way out of this. She answered the door, a sweet smile prepared for the fat old bishop, but when she saw the black-armoured giants. There was a shelf and a small mirror above the basin and towels, monogrammed with the shipping company's initials "DZR", hanging neatly below. At the far end of the room was a fold down writing desk and a folding chair to go with it. There was also a button, on a cord, which one could use to summon a steward at any time of the day or night.Sitting on the lower bed I found it to be very soft and comfortable and couldn't wait to get into it."Showers are on B deck," Leonard told me as he hung his.