The ills of not wearing a slip! “What was I doing?” I thought. Standing in front of 9 boys. My hands stretched out completely, showing them my gli...tening armpits and my cute navel and waist.I was really nervous, but again I felt that wetness in my panties. Was I getting turned on being looked at like this? The G-string did a poor job of absorbing any moisture. I could feel the moisture leaking onto my jeans. The guys were rejoicing and chuckling, high-fiving each other at my plight.How mean!. I kept looking around and saw that he had taken a narrow by lane. We had entered a lower-middle-class vicinity. The roads we’re dimly lit. Finally, he stopped at a dingy corner. He looked backed and asked me to wait. I somehow managed to get Akanksha’s dress a little sorted.But she wasn’t wearing her panties which were in fact with the driver. I waited anxiously looked around the area. There wasn’t much light but the area looked secluded and a little down market. Too many thoughts were running. Annettte continued: ?This of course means you need to learn how to serve me – and I will insist on exquisite service!? She now leaned over to the table on her left, and put on reading glasses and picked up a blocknote and read out loud from it:?Job description of household slave:1. As household slave, you will serve mistress Annettte with body and mind to the best of your abilities. You will similarly serve any houseguests. Other members of the household may hold partial rights as she. "Joe asked, "Why is that unexpected?" Because it was felt that only those who were truly male would transform back."Joe shook his head. "Remember, Bron, the birth rites were still attempting to compel these persons to accept being women. On some level, they knew they were being manipulated, but not who or what was doing the manipulation, so they rebelled against what would be right for themselves." Regardless of the reasons, getting rid of the birth rites put the repairs on a lot of.