We look at each other and smiling knowing we almost crashed. "Who isyour little friend Max?" I hear maxes mom say."Oh this is Kellie she just moved ac...oss the street." I hear Max say sheagain referring to me as a girl.I pick up my skateboard, and I am catching my breathe so I can correctMax from still referring to me as a girl when his mom starts talkingagain. "Well it's great to meet you Kellie. Max has a little sisterabout your age in case you get bored with playing with boys." Oh I'm not as. Jennings said. Then she grasped her hands against her chest and giggled, "Oh, you look lovely, Kimberly. You look like you were born to wear that dress." Sarah joined on the teasing."You're so right, mom. Imagine if we had dressed him in one of your frilly negligees."Mrs. Jennings clapped her hands and laughed. "We still can, dear. You would like that, wouldn't you, Kimberly?"I blushed in embarrassment and shook his head in shame. "Please," I begged. "I've learned my lesson. I swear I'll never. Supposedly he was taking English lessons, although to what extent he was fluent was questionable. We would be using translators. So be it. My Russian was limited to da, nyet, sookin sin, and yob tvou mat! That worked out to yes, no, son of a bitch, and go fuck your mother. (It’s amazing the junk you pick up and store in your memory.) I didn’t figure to use the last two phrases anywhere in public, and Marilyn would probably smack me if I used them around her, especially since I would have to. Did you have a nice sleep?" He was totally nude and was carrying something in his hand. His large cock was at full attention and appeared to be tied with something at the base. "If you look directly above you and to your right side, you will see something of your compromised position."Looking up and to the side. I noticed the ceiling and wall mirrors for the first time. I had a slave collar around my neck with rings for attaching various things. On my wrists and ankles were also slave cuffs. I.