I could feel myself trembling with excitement as I donned my wig and applied some makeup, staring at myself in the mirror. You do look slutty, I thoug...t to myself, adding some gloss and puckering my lips.This was the most feminine I had ever felt, imagining myself as Veronica, getting ready for a date with a hot guy, texting her jealous friends who all wanted to fuck a sexy guy like Jeff.Time flew by, as I wandered around the room, staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting and modifying my. At each meal, they assumed the role of hostess. After a week, they told me that it had been Marisa’s idea. While Marisa generally preferred women in her bed, her mother had seen the way she looked at me. That was why her mother had tried before to set us up together, hoping to convince her daughter that a man could fulfill her needs. Marisa now felt that she had the best of both worlds. The two girls referred to themselves as my bed warmers, despite my protests that it was an unflattering. “Go and fetch two more cups of coffee and be quick about it.”I watched her scuttle away before turning to Nora.“What do you think of my new acquisition?”“She’s very pretty but also quite young, Miss.”“She has just signed for 6 months of training with me. It’s not going to be easy.”The slut reappeared carrying a tray with coffee, cream and sugar on it and laid it on the desk next to me. She turned to leave but I stopped her.“I haven’t issued any instructions yet slut. Back to the kitchen with. Neither of them noticed that, while they were whispering, the bursts of fireworks overhead lit them up briefly. They were too preoccupied with sating their craving.Soon she was on her back, with him lying beside her. His right hand was in her shorts, his middle finger plugged firmly into her slippery pussy. He had pushed her shirt up enough to get to her breasts with his mouth, and she writhed, biting the heel of her hand to keep from making too much noise as she got closer and closer to.