They would come in for help with their hair and makeup and her students could practice on them.Everyone had a ball and it worked out very well. Soon t...e girls realized that this was a dream come true for the boys and became more demanding of them.Keeping the place clean was just one of their many new tasks.They had to speak in a feminine voice when they were there and address each girl as Miss.They were also given magazines to study and were only allowed to talk about girl stuff such as boys. Over the course of the next hour, Joy was transformed from a beaten, abused wife into a radiant, powerful woman. As Orion gently lay atop her, coaxing yet another trembling orgasm with his thick, stiff member, she pulled his face close and whispered in his ear, giving him permission to achieve his own climax. In another few strokes, he pressed fully into her and released his copious semen deep within.She whispered again, and when he gave her a questioning look, she nodded confidently. He. There were four of them, and when Damien aimed directly at one of them, while Cassidy did so at another, they bolted, leaving some damage to Maryam’s lock and the front door. One, however, abruptly ran toward the house again, this time tearing off the ski mask, only to reveal a woman’s face.“Don’t shoot! I had to join them as a way to get away from them! I wasn’t going to let them hurt you, I swear! I’m not in the Klan or a friend of theirs at all! I’m Nicole Forrester, Stanley’s wife!” she. She then laughed. I could hear the faint sound of her giggles from where I stood watching. She turned and sauntered, unsteadily back into the house.Marcel waited about sixty seconds and was on his feet heading to the door. I caught him just before he opened it, with a hand on his arm. He seemed surprised to see me.“We need to talk, Slick,” I said.“What’s your problem, man?” he asked harshly, no trace of a French accent in his voice, as he jerked his arm away from my grip.“Problem?” I asked, “No.