I've had plenty of times when I wished I could get some help." Like when, when your brand new thousand dollar set of golf clubs got dirty, and the ass...stant pro wasn't available to clean them for you? Or, when the waiter brought your nine dollar steak sandwich to you, and it was done medium, instead of rare the way you asked for it? Is that the kind of help you needed?" The look on her face was one that I recognized too. It was the look on my face when I used to watch these stories on. Grabbing the back of Jodie's head, she pulled her tighter to her breast.The girls stepped back from Sue, taking her by the hand as they walked over to the table. Irene told her there would be more. I brought the food over from the grill and they began serving themselves. I went to the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine.As I went around the table to pour them a glass, they each would stroke my cock through my swim trunks. I saw their inner thighs glistened with their sweet nectar from. "So, what do you think of this place?" Martha asked her friends when she walked towards a sitting area in the middle of the room.This area was about a meter below floor level. The left and back wall of this area had a sofa attached to it while on the right wall, there was a LED-TV attached to it. In the middle of the area stood a low coffee-table.Martha laid the bags of chips on the table and said, "Just put everything here, and then I will show you guys your rooms."They all did like Martha. All in all, it was very similar to the slaves I already had. The perfect long blonde hair, cute nose, puffy lips, gravity defying D-cups, shapely hips and a neatly trimmed pubic patch. When a man is transformed, 90% of his female form is derived from his new master's image of the perfect woman. 10% comes from the man's original look. It ensures that each slave looks a little different than the last, but still looks very appealing to their master. I could see the 10% in my eyes and, oddly.