” He said while panting.“Can a… can a boy be a slut?” I asked hesitantly.“Of course!” Daddy replied. “I want very much to please YOUR ...ock Bud.”“Rmmmrph!” Mommy grunted with her mouth full of daddy’s dick.“So does your mom apparently!” he laughed. “But seriously… I want your dick. I want to please it. And that makes me a slut.” Daddy said with a sound of finality.“Doesn’t that make you a fag and not a slut?” I asked. I don’t know where it came from but I just blurted it out. I cringed. I want you to see how much I love being used like a filthy whore and I want you to hold my legs open as guys fuck the shit out of me, one after the other.”I tried to keep my composure and said, “ So what you are saying is that you want to fuck other guys.” She said, “No, that is not what I am saying. I am saying that I want you to SEE me doing those things.”I said, “I don’t understand. If you don’t want to do those things then how can I see you doing them?” She broke eye contact and looked down. I liked that too. This was fun.Colette fell about when I told her about it. She called me a "littletease".I had a shower, and when I dried off I found a delightful littlebabydoll nightie waiting for me. Tonight, I put it on enthusiasticallyand even stuck out my little pokies through the lacy material to makethem look bigger. Colette was in a similar one.We sat up the rest of the night talking about what had happened to meover the past couple of days, our hairless and shapely legs crossed atthe. A hundred or so thousand at the most. Not a tiny number, but vanishingly small spread out across the world. Normies were a lot less superstitious these days, but we still kept to ourselves. Mostly.Even if people did notice, who’d believe them? For once, tabloid trash was our best friend. For every person caught using their Gift, there were hundreds of delusional cranks complaining that Bigfoot stole a slice of toast with Moses’s face on it.Made pranking a whole lot easier, let me tell.