”“Fucking whore, dance.” Megyn was shaking and crying.I got to pull together, be strong but she felt so sick she could barely move.”“Look a... the bitch cry, so fucking sweet. Get that white ass moving or we will whip it for you.”One of the Black girls got up on the platform. She grabbed Megyn by the hair.“Watch me bitch, you better dance or the boys can get real ugly.”“U gotta dance like a Ghetto Hoe.”She watched the girl bend over shaking her ass wildly the turning around, cupping her. "No. Please come," directed Andrea.Janet was crestfallen. Where was her Mistress? She hurried behind Andrea. The library was empty, without Erica. Janet was disappointed by Erica's absence."There's a letter on the desk," directed Andrea."Oh," answered Janet.Janet picked up the envelope that Andrea had mentioned. It was made of a rich fine heavy paper, not like modern paper that made to go through a printer at work. No, this was paper that someone might use for something special. On the front. Ok now sleep, slut!?After all the memories came flooding back, Jasmine groggily looking around. Alice did not give her time to acclimatize though, and, tossing her a hair rubberband, told her to tie her hair up in a messy bun. Reaching around for her blonde locks.. ?OH MY GOD.? it hit Jasmine all of a sudden. The transformation had really happened. Her originally dark hair was now platinum blonde. ?Neutral position, bitch.? came Alice?s voice. Alice rubbed Jasmine?s arms, armpits, legs, pussy,. I look to the bathroom window as my sister-in-law waves and shuts the window. With my balls drained my mrs suggests we got to bed, i dont argue, as i colapse on the bed im straight to sleep. The next morning i wake up and go downstairs to see my sister-in-law is still here, i eat breakfast while wondering what i should say, she starts telling me my mrs said we have to go shopping so i say fine. I say to my mrs we will have to wait for ages when we get there, she says thats why you and my sister.