“Good girl.”My limbs felt like lead weights and I could barely move. I don’t know how many hours I had been playing with all the girls, but I wa... exhausted. Betty’s milk was doing a great job of keeping me going, and Leah’s saliva kept my erection fresh, but still, my body cried for a power nap.“Girls, I need to take a break...” I panted.“But Master, it’s my turn!” Shannon, the satyr begged.A large tail wrapped around me. I was pulled across the sea of beds over to Levi, who embraced me and. The blanket fell to the floor, and I stood there shocked. The delivery guy looked me up and down again, his eyes resting on my large breasts, where one nipple was popping out. "Shit, you look hot," he said to me, as he adjusted his cock in his pants. "He's one lucky guy!" With that he handed me the vase, turned and walked out. I stood there for a moment, shocked, feeling a tightening in my pussy. I set the flowers down on the end table and grabbed the card, ripping into the envelope. Hey. He put on a cardigan and walked the two blocks to Harvey’s Barber Shop. ‘Hello, Ethan!’ Harvey called out as the Reverend opened the shop door. ‘I got up this morning and told the Missus, ‘Ethan’s about due for a haircut’.’ Harvey English was a congenial man, just turned sixty. He owned the town’s only barber shop, unless one counted the farmhouse kitchens where wives hacked away on husbands and sons. Harvey grew up in Bates, he was acquainted with everyone, knew almost all of them. He was. I wasreally wrong, you went from being a chubby, lazy, boy. To a cute, skinny,sissy. You are naturally submissive, naturally girlish and you hardly putup a fight during your training. You just accepted that you are a sissyand this is your place in life. You're still lazy but that's just who youare I guess. Having you as a sissy maid was the best idea. You're anatural, just look at you, sitting there painting your big sisters toenails. Do you think Jim would paint my nails if I asked?"No mam," I.