Looks like you’ve got a pretty good build, that’s important to the image of the Club.”“Thanks, I work at it,” Daniel boasted.“I’ll need ...o check you out a little closer,” John went on. “Take your clothes off.”“Now,” Daniel sputtered, surprised at the request.“Yes,” John snapped, “now, strip!”Daniel could see that he wasn’t k**ding and that he obviously didn’t like being questioned. This guy exuded an impressive confidence and control that Daniel liked. He stood and slowly pulled his shirt over. They're up almost to my knees. I feelthe elastic digging into my shins. But I don't care, my legs look sosexy. I take the shoes out of the box. They still smell leathery new eventhough I bought them a while ago. I set them on the ground and I place mydainty, socked feet into them. They're a little too big but at least Ihave some wiggle room. I'm surprised by the clack of my shoes on the hardfloor. I love the way I look. I feel so aroused, I think I'm getting wetdown there. I could feel a. Thepanties all fit strangely, naturally, failing completely to compensatefor that region of distinction. The athletic pants almost fit. Theblouses fit, sort of; the ones that fit my shoulders were all too largein the chest where my breasts weren't. Still, anything was better thanthe drab, humiliating prison dress.I smelled wonderful spicy food before I stepped out into the diningroom. Barbara and Wendy were both there, waiting for me. They lookedsecretive and pensive, as if they'd had an. I gained more confidence as she moaned into my mouth, and started doing to her what I knew I loved having done to me. Then changing to doing the things to her that she responded to most. She liked pain...I could tell. I bit down on her nipple and she screamed. I started to pull back, but her hand on the back of my head told me my instincts were right. I sucked and kissed the nipple softly then bit down again. She nearly threw me down onto the bed and fell on top of me, ravishing my mouth with.