Her ass wiggled provocatively under her shift. She led me into the kitchen where she pointed to a plate of food and bowl of water on the floor. "Eat y...ur lunch properly," she ordered. I knew what that meant. I got on my hands and knees and buried my face in the food while keeping my ass high in the air and my legs apart so that Mistress could have an unobstructed view of my balls. I ate quickly and washed my face in the water."Under the table, slave boy." She sat at the table and began to eat. "What the hell is wrong with you?" my roommate demanded as I slammed the door breathlessly behind me. Suddenly, I felt the overwhelming need to kiss Jack on the cheek. I sashayed - yes, sashayed - over to him and said in a breathy contralto "Nothing you couldn't fix," and pecked him on the cheek. Jack shoved me away. "What the hell?" he demanded. "I don't know," I growled as my voice dropped back down to my usual baritone. "Don't ask, you wouldn't believe it," I mumbled and stormed. Oh, and never put this on or near yourgenitals," Helen warned. "Should be ready to come off when the showerstarts to steam. Now lift your arms."Martin lifted both arms and Helen sprayed him from a small can offoaming gel before picking up a pink razor. She made short work of hisunderarm hair. She also pulled some tissue from the toilet paper rolland handed it to him to take care of the small drop that had formed atthe tip of his penis. Martin wasn't sure what she wanted him to do withit."You're. Her handswent down to her stomach, feeling a slight roundness, suggesting she hada hint of extra weight, but not enough to be unattractive. Jessica hadto bite her lip and smile at this, her previous body having a mirrorflat stomach.Her hands ventured down further, and Jessica gasped at the feeling ofthe hairy bush her fingers crawled through. The immense amount suggestedshe had trimmed maybe once, but no more. It was possible not at all!This differed from the blonde's body, which was on the.