The three of us end up in my room wow im impressed its clean for an eighteen year old thank you sir. Darrell you her its me Paul yup in the kitchen do...n the hall we all end up in the kitchen paull have a seat can i get you anything no thank you so tell me Darrell what do you think of the festival. Well its tradition between people who love each other giving themselves to the dark lord yeah thats what i thought your still the little bitch i grew up with and dad starts laughing watch yourself. “Probably not,” Rachel blushed.“What’s that about?” Scott asked.“You probably don’t want to know,” Cheryl advised.“Probably not,” Scott chuckled.“So what happens?” Rachel asked.“We’ll transfer the title. Take it downtown. We’ll need to stop at an insurance company that I trust if that’s okay?”“I have no problem with that,” Rachel said. “You seem like the trustworthy sort.”“Need I remind you I’m a lawyer?”They laughed.“He did negotiate Eddie’s label and publishing contracts,” Cheryl told her.. But whatcould I do, I was just happy to have this chance and I wasn't going toscrew it up. Babs explained to me that I now had D cup breasts, a pair of ribsremoved, and my hair was now blond, but my dick still remained and thatthey would let me keep it, but they didn't know for how long. So I began to train as a maid. Babs, who I now address asMistress, taught me how to wear make-up and do my hair. Richard, who Iam only allowed to call Master, taught me how to suck on his cock andboth Master. Obviously they wanted to see me get in trouble.“SING!”I turned to the band, which was already playing the lead-in, or rather the first bar over and over again. Well, here goes:“Hit it.”If I were a rich man, Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.If I were a wealthy man.I wouldn’t have to work hard.Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.If I were a biddy biddy rich, Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.Yes, indeed: Oleg had picked ‘If I Were A Rich.