"I glanced over at the car sitting in the corner of the lot, hidden in the shadows. I couldn't make out who was sitting behind the wheel."Maybe some o...her time," I said. "I think I'd better get home. You could come with me if you like." Not tonight, Mrs J. C'mon, it'll just take minute. This person really wants to meet you."I knew I should drive away... This was not a place I should be. I really wanted Rachel to go home with me. Since she turned me down, I knew it wasn't smart to hang around.. He couldn'teven touch his pants, only the outside of the thick package she hadcreated out of them.With a whimper, he reached for another hanger, and never once taking hiseyes off of the package of his male pants, he hung up the female slacksthat he had worn all day. Mel's message was loud and clear. No moremale pants. He felt very much like crying. With every passing day sheseemed to find new heights to make his life more miserable. Andcuriously enough, through all his shock over what Mel. As I think I told you, she's a true friend, it's not like with Cynthia. Tiffany is 19, same as me, and we have loads in common – she's also spoilt rotten by her extremely rich Daddy and she's also a very beautiful, sexy looking girl (nearly as hot as I am, in fact).Tiff and I go out on Fridays to mess around with boys. We go to a club, both of us looking gorgeous and incredibly fuckable in our revealing little dresses, and we pretty much tease the boys' brains out. Giggle. We flirt and dance. And she was excited by that prospect.She knew that her new body and the slave drugs were affecting her mind.She'd read up on this, knew what this body meant on an intellectual level.Bendari slave girls had been selectively bred for generations to bebeautiful, submissive pleasure slaves that innately needed to meet theirmasters desires. It was their sole purpose, physically ingrained intothem. Her former wife would have had no choice but to submit in this body.And now she had no choice. In fact.