“Now look at yourself… I told you, Carlos. Michael wants you.” She got into my face, snarling like a drill sergeant. “You want that little bea...ty don’t you? Tell me you want it.” Her volume increased to a shrieking crescendo at the end. I was petrified; and probably a little ashamed of how she was right about that. But he was so perfect and I did want to get at him. And in almost any other circumstance I would have gone with the girl, especially a voluptuous tomato like Karen. “Yes, Miss Karen.. "It's time to learn how to suck cock," Mistress stated in a serious toneto her voice.I froze in disbelief did I just hear her right."If You're going to be my sissy, it's goes far beyond just dressing up inthose frilly bra and panties and women's undergarments, it's not justabout dressing up, you have to learn to be a perfect little slut." Sheexplained.By this time I felt my heart racing, I figured this was just her way ofteasing me, like a joke."That means having to suck cock," she said.Her. “I remember now stud. Fuck that was amazing. What time is it?”“It’s a little after 9AM,” I said.She said, “Shit I feel like I could eat a horse right now. I’ll make us some breakfast.”“No need for that Sue, it’s already taken care of. Would you like to eat here or at the table?”“Let’s move to the table,” she said. Her jaw dropped as she saw what I prepared. “Damn stud, eggs, home fries, bacon, fresh fruit and coffee. I think I love you!”I chuckled and said, “Lets reserve judgement until. One of the teachers in their camp was the female Phy-Ed teacher, Miss L, who was in charge of the dance portion of the class (yes, we learned to dance in Phy-Ed class). That year they swapped out the Fox Trot and polka dancing for The Bump and The Hustle. Kelly and I enjoyed dancing and we were looking forward to the dance.Our close friends (and sex swap partners) Yvonne and Patrick were a split decision. Patrick had two left feet, but Yvonne loved to dance, plus Patrick worked on Friday nights.