”“Pull down your panties, your mistress wants to know about a number on something.”The agent then proceeded to cup my balls and lift my cage. Sh... put her glasses on and saw what she wanted. Then she spoke to Mistress on her cell and as she laughed she said: “Oh my god! It is small.” Still laughing, she continued, “The numbers-Yes. That 2332 doesn’t look like much of a lock. Oh, ok, have a great day. Yes, I’ll tell him.” “Your Mistress says you’re in trouble. Something about the wrong number on. 00 am after she had finished 'the breakfast shift'.Having all met up we went to a local coffee house to make plans for the day. Neither Claire nor I knew what to suggest but Rachelle said she knew of plenty of quite beach coves in the area where we could get a tan, be practically assured of some privacy and maybe have some fun! Having had her first real bi-sexual experience only two days before with me, Rachelle was now the keenest of us all to have more of the same."My God, your insatiable. ”Timora was nodding still staring at her clawed hand. Ambrose remained quiet as her eyes got wide when the claws retreated into her hand. Ambrose’s smile started as he nodded to her. “Do you know how far I will change my lord,” she asked.Ambrose shook his head, “Not at this moment though I might soon. I’d have to have you here for a great amount of time. As we both know others would grow suspicious.”“Yes, that goes for the both of us.” They heard from behind them. Timora’s father was on his. The mere fact that I had an in-built companion made me special and - I thought - unique. That made me feel much better about myself.I was enjoying being smart. My new classmates being a year ahead of me just made them more knowledgeable than me, not smarter or able to go faster so I quickly caught up on their lead and then got ahead of most of them in most subjects.I didn't have any trouble with my scars in PE. They'd faded nicely, and while they were still visible I had a way of making sure I.