Thomson. Please call me Meg. That way I’ll feel less like an old woman.”“Uh… okay but I can assure you that I don’t see you as an old woman....�� Then my mouth went on automatic, “You are an incredibly beautiful woman in my eyes.” I felt myself blush as the words came out. Shit, I hoped I had not offended her.Her eyes twinkled and she gave me a sweet smile, “Please don’t blush, you have made my day. That’s so sweet.”“May I sit here with you for a minute?” she asked as she sat next to my chair in. "I offered Gretchen a job posing," Carol said to Paula. "She thinks she's to shy to pose in the nude. She has a hell of a body though, don't you think?" She'd be great," Paula said. "You should give it a try, Gretchen." No way, I couldn't do it," I protested. "But I'm certainly impressed with you. You're really great at it. And you have a fabulous body. It's unbelievable how young you looked in that second set. I would think pictures like that might be illegal." Oh, no, don't use that word. My palms were sweating. I felt flushed. I wanted to run. These are thelast things a sissy feels before she opens the final door, before shekneels and accepts a life of sucking dicks and scrubbing pans and ironingskirts. Soon, men would fuck me and women would command me and othersissies would instruct me. I looked at the clothing. It was time.Oh, I could rave for hours about each article of clothing Kelly then hadme put on. The panties were so cool, so smooth. My penis - and yes, itwas small -. God, I wonder when my pussy is going to stop contracting. I am officially Miss Slutty Girl today and I haven't even touched a penis.Emelda shimmered into a sundress and turned to face me with a tired smile. "Oh my, baby sweet cheeks, that was a singular experience," she said as she walked over to me, "I had to give you some of that energy or I'd have gone mad. I really don't kiss girls like that, it is not proper. But that much sex energy needs—well sex of some sort, even if just a kiss, to.