Dan is going to take me home. Will you be okay?”“I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”Tim moved closer to my chair. He placed a soft kiss on my...neck. He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered into my ear.“Let’s find out if you’re a wild girl. I have a hotel around the corner.”I wasn’t sure what to do. I did know that I didn’t want to be alone. I’m always the girl who is alone and never has a date. Debbie was the one that all the guys always wanted.I wanted to be the girl that somebody lusted after. I. Realizing she can’t wrestle her way out she requested “Please leave me, it is not correct, I am married”I did not pay any heed to it. I could feel her lovely breasts against my chest. Slowly her resistance to me died down and felt her arms also behind my back and I understood she is giving in. I loosened my grip over her and cupped her right breast over her blouse and squeezed them a little and she lent out a little moan. I lifted her and took her to the bed and hugged her tightly, felt for her. When I did go toan art gallery I started to attract the attention of men instead of women.The women that I did speak to talked to me and treated me like agirlfriend rather than a predator. I met Olivia at an art gallery onNewbury Street. She was a beautiful girl with a mix of Italian and Greeklooks. She was only an inch or so shorter than me and had an amazing body.I started to think of myself more as a girl and wondered what it would belike to look like her and actually be dressed out in. I smiled and shook my head as I peeled off my clothes and climbed into the shower.As I was washing my hair, I heard the shower door open, and felt a warm soft body press up against me. “Thank you, big brother Master, for being so wonderful last night. May I join you in the shower for a minute? I need to clean up a bit,” Amanda said as she wrapped her arms around me.“I think you already did join me, little sister slave, but what makes you think you are only going to be here for a minute,” I.