..Tony read this up and down, checking again and again to see if he had gotten it right. The song had provoked a reaction in him, all right, though ma...be not the one Manjula had been going for.He headed over to her room, his pulse racing alongside his footsteps. He had no idea how this evening would end.He knocked on the door. He heard a rustling sound of some kind before she finally said, "come in." What did that mean? Usually she just opened the door. Manjula was standing by the window, her. But the lackof a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that Iwas a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go downstairsand face the ridicule.I decided to play along as well as possible, to earn no further demeritsand to get out of there as soon as possible and try and think of some wayto get out of this mess.So walking with a wiggle in my hips as sexily as possible and with mywrists limp, I made my way downstairs and into the living room.Again Mistress. She started licking and found it very wet and moist, as she continued to lick and suck Kathy’s pussy, she started to hear Kathy’s moans of gratitude.Amanda found this exciting and began to lick her more. After a few moments of this, she stopped and asked herself what she liked on her own pussy. She began to work at the areas she liked licked by Roger, who was the only person until today that had ever eaten her puss.Kathy started to become disappointed at first. Amanda’s pussy eating skills. Although ‘Earned Would be a better word’, thought Catherine. “So why I aren’t I sitting here crying my eyes out in anger and despair? “She asked herself.Why was she not planning on confronting both Sean and Tony to accuse them? But accuse them of what?Accuse them of pimping her as a whore? Or of them transforming her into their voluntary sex slave? After all, that’s was she now was. Because it was her own her desire to be dominated for brutal sex, it now ruled her very existence!Even now, at.