’ ‘We’ll think of something,’ she said with a sly grin. ‘No bet,’ I told her. ‘Darn.’ ‘I’m Amanda,’ I said, reaching out. Least ... could do was a handshake and introduction, considering that I’d already fingered her. ‘I know,’ she said. ‘Oh right, the whole meet the newbie thing at the start.’ ‘That’d be it,’ she laughed. He hand wrapped around mind, and I tried not to think about the slight damp on it. Mine probably wasn’t any better. ‘My name’s Katherine,’ she said, ‘Kat, to my friends.’ I. A few weeks passed-by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Kathleen WynneThat evening, the man brought Wynne to the evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening - red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze - perfect for a night of romance.Pretty soon, the man started to get those feelings again. He fought the urges as long as he could but he finally gave-in and leaned over to Wynne and told her he hadn't had sex for months.Wynne batted her. And he isn't having to pay for those ... they're paying him because he's generating so much advertising for them. It's amazing how many corporate sponsors are falling all over themselves to associate their names with this guy."My teams report that as soon as word gets out about a scheduled live appearance by this preacher, tickets get sold out within two days. Hell, a third of them get bought up by scalpers and are resold for six times their box office price, and the faithful climb all over. Foolishly, when I started down the path ofbeing a trans slut for my master, I thought it would simplify my life. Ithought I would always be told what to do and think. It turns out theresmuch more guessing involved, and guessing wrong can end up with apunishment. Whoever is coming over knows they will be changing a diaper.Do they know I'm passable? Do they expect an adult baby in a onesy?I remember master once telling me "Everybody likes a slut," and decidedressing like one is the safest bet..