I can often hear what people are talking about twenty or thirty feet away, even if they’re talking softly.“That’s not fair,” I said, for the b...nefit of the customers. “Not when you’re dressed like that.”“Millions of girls dress like this,” she said.“Millions of girls don’t work at my range,” I said, “or cause men with guns to turn around to look at them.”“You know good and well nobody is swinging guns around all willy nilly,” she snorted. “If my outfit is distracting, maybe I should just go. What a hypnotizer! NO,don't read it! Are you insane? You must be self-destructive. Should Ieven bother talking to you? Do you want to end up a "sex kitten" likeme? Seductive elliptical eyes; long satiny gams; bee-stung lips thatcall to all things male. ALL things. Mmmmmmm. I never tire of examiningthis body and feeling my new form all about me. Such wondrous physicalsensations and revelations only the Gods and other women are privy to:the male body is such a "jeep"--quoth Elaine Benis, late of. Walking back into the bedroom, I thought Mistress Sarah looked sexy and flirty. "You look incredible, Mistress," I said. "Thanks, slave. I’m sure I'll make a few cocks hard while I’m out. What do you think, Evie? Will the guys being dreaming of fucking me tonight?" "Most definitely, Mistress. I want to." Mistress Sarah laughed and looked into my eyes. "Silly Evie, you're just a sissy boy. I know your little clitty is all hard and swollen underneath that pretty dress but when I'm out I flirt. Those were the sounds of a lady crying and asking for help.They were loud enough that I couldn’t stop myself, but also didn’t want to directly go to the room. So I called the reception and asked if they can tell me who lives in the next room. They obviously couldn’t give me the details. So I asked them to please check, as I heard some noises from the room. After a while, the noises went down. The next morning, I dared and went to that room. I rang the doorbell. A small kid (7-8 years old, I.