.. can you send that to my phone?" What's going on?" Rowen asked.Waylon held up a finger as he examined his phone. He found what he was looking for an... turned it around for Mr. Dalgliesh to see."It looks like the French might be dropping by for lunch tomorrow."Arman and Waylon held the big monitor as Felix guided it onto the wall bracket. Once in place Waylon gave it a few firm tugs to make sure it was staying put. He connected a cable to his tablet and checked that he had the inputs set. He was smiling as he reached for his pistol. I had mine out of my holster with the hammer back in one fluid motion. ‘Bang’, and the man was looking at his pistol still barely clearing his holster. He fell over dead. I didn’t even check on the man and ran to the café. The woman who owned and worked the café was pulling her dress down while still lying on one of her tables. She saw me and ran to me to be held. She said that she had a choice of letting him do her or dying. She thought she was more. .and well I was thinking...it wouldn't takemuch to turn Aaron into a girl. I mean he's slight of build and looksmuch younger than he really is...he even has long hair and piercedears...I bet we could turn him into a very pretty girl."Rachel smiled. "That would be fun...but what then?" We can take some photos of him...I mean HER and threaten to post themonline...you would totally control her!" I already do that," replied Rachel as she laughed. "And to think...mydear parents think I'm such a. The boy yelped in surprise and pain and jerked away. The man’s cock slipped out of the hole. Growling in anger, the man slapped the sub’s black ass sharply.“Turn around!” He ordered. And the boy instantly obeyed to face his master.“What in the hell do you think you are doing, boy?” He shouted, towering over his slave.“It hurt and I just....” The boy stammered, his eyes round with terror.“I don’t give a damn if it hurt! This isn’t about you. Nobody gives a fuck what you want. How many.