"You don't look like a lesbian," she said."I'm not," Karen said.Cindy looked disappointed."I guess you are, though, huh?" Karen asked."Well--yeah," Ci...dy confessed.Karen had raised her glass and sipped, her white teeth clicking on the rim and the tip of her tongue sliding slowly across her lower Hp.Then, coming directly to the point, Karen said, "Do you suck cunt?"Cindy had blushed and looked confused. She had wondered if Karen was making fun of her, mocking her inclinations? But Karen wasn't. Reluctantly it started moving, awkwardly graceful on its long hind legs. Its front legs were used mostly for balancing, but had strangely jointed hands instead of proper feet. Perik's most careful examination had revealed its complete lack of arms.It moved swiftly, seemingly at ease in the jungle, but never so fast that Pirek had trouble keeping up. She wondered that it didn't try to escape. Perhaps it wouldn't be able to find its way back to the demon through the gathering dusk.They were. For a while Master allowed me to wear an adult sized little-boy underwear with fire-trucks on it, but after a while He decided even those were too manly for a shithead like myself, and made me go to the women’s section of a department store and buy the frilly lace girly underwear I have on now. Under the panties is a diaper. It is wet, as demanded by Master.4) Most elaborate, and expensive of all, is the combination cock-ring tit-clamp devise that I wear. They are tied into a beeper strapped to. Elizabeth was more concerned with the fact that the two guest bedrooms shared a single, tiny bathroom built into the adjoining wall—meaning that the five of us staying in that end of the house would be sharing only one sink. I wasn’t quite sure how that was going to be a problem, but then again, I’m a dude. Things were pretty chill that first night. We lounged around the living room, relaxing and drinking a little more from the liquor cabinet than was probably reasonable. Simon had started.