Goose bumps formed all over my body. I stretched myself open to look inside. The inside pink was glistening from the juices I was creating by just tou...hing myself. I dipped a finger inside.I was stretching myself with two fingers. It hurt a bit but it felt too good to stop. I needed something to fuck myself with. I looked around. All I could find was my round hairbrush. I grabbed it and my heart was beating faster because I had never went this far with myself. I imagined Daniel touching me with. ” I nodded. She snickered. “Cool. Shirley, this is quite a mob you have.”“Thanks, Melinda. They’re mine and I love them.”“Yes, Sir?” Angel came over.“Can you wait until the Thrall is between fish, or tired, or wanting a break and tell her Daddy needs a snack. If I get it myself she’ll hate me.”“True that, Sir. Yeah. I’ll send her over when she needs a break.”They caught a few more fish. Jane got me some food, and fed me, causing Melinda no end of laughter. Jane giggled a lot at her, letting the. There was a public toilet with gloryholes that I visited from time to time. The cubicles had loads of pictures & stories, all good stroking material. I went in one afternoon , walked into cubicle 2 , took off all my clothes and stacked them neatly on the tank of the toilet.I was reading the walls & stroking my cock when a movement caught my eye. The wad of paper that had been plugging a hole in the partition had been removed, and a cock had been pushed through. This was something new to me,. Apparently it was now in a feminine page boystyle but they wouldn't let me see.I was grateful that by now most of the attention was on Sarah, after allshe was the bride and she looked great.While a beautician did my face, which seemed to take ages, another stuckon false french manicure nails. I looked down at the only thing I couldsee that they had done to me and my hands looked so feminine. A tremorran through my body.With the last touch being my lipstick, which would apparently needtouching.