I saw the looks in their eyes when Paula gave them the last dosage of the D.N.A. I wish I could have helped them escape such a terrible fate, but ther... was nothing that I could do. Time continued, and Martha and I both kept changing. By this time, Martha was a beautiful blonde haired girl who bore no resemblance to her previous nerdy appearance. By the fifth week I was the only one left who had not completely finished the treatment, yet I was only one step away from completion, which meant my. But the pressure of the interview and being in the presence of such a beautiful woman was making me extremely nervous and sweaty, and the woman could notice it. She stopped half way threw a question and stood up, she walked over to me and sat down on the table infront of me. She was wearing a long grey skirt and a short blue shirt. "Are you feeling okay? There is no need to be nervous around me...honestly" she said as she placed her soft hand on my knee. My cock immediately went hard as she. He lifted the silk up slightly with his wrist as his hand slowly traveled.He could practically feel his heart beating in his ears as he approached his destination.His balls ached...and he held his breath.. and then.. material.He lifted her slip up more until he caught a glimpse of lacy blue.“Fuck!” he thought frustrated.But he didn’t move his hand. He took another look at Jen’s sleeping face and placed his fingers firmly on her panties over where her hole would be. Jen began to stir slightly. And move!" I screamed. "Oh my dear Master. That's what I need to confess to you, Sir. I burned your breakfast and forgot to make your coffee, Sir. I'm such a bad slave girl, I don't deserve any breakfast at all I and I need to be punished severely for letting you down so badly this morning, Sir. "And Sir! To make matters worse, I took a piss with out permission, And, I failed to render proper homage to you, Sir, as well. I am unworthy to be your slave. You should put me out in the street, Sir.".