. Sasha."I glared acidly at him. He ignored it, smirking at me again. "You're very horny right now, aren't you, Sasha?" he almost gloated. "But then, ...ou're always horny, right, Sasha?"Even as he said it, it became so. I was suddenly beset with a desperate longing between my legs. The need to have a man inside me suddenly overrode my revulsion towards my opponent. My tits seemed suddenly to come alive. I needed to have someone touch them... squeeze them, suck on them, whatever. I needed. Jasmine has that endearing habit of covering her mouth when she laughs. It is very much an Asian thing and he loves it.The meal finished and they clear away. Then while Amanda and Jasmine sort out what she is going to wear. Mike goes off to set up the camera equipment. He decides that he would love to do some upskirt shots with her sat at the table. Amanda asks her if she would like a shower and she does. Mike washes up while Jasmine gets ready. She dresses. White school blouse, tie, tiny. All in all, we came to the conclusionthat she had proven herself to be worthyof being brought into your presence,so, after letting her rest a day and a night,that she might gain strength for the walk,on this morning, the third after she arrived,we blindfolded her and gagged her mouth with a cloth,which, as the blindfold, and most of the cloth we use,was woven from the hair of female captives and meat girls,all parts of their bodies being useful to usin life as in death,and we bound her wrists. Pleasure flows through me, andthe dream ends, and I wake up.*****I'm male again, of course. But when I look at my underpants, somethingis odd. I'm sure I had a wet dream, so why isn't the front of myunderpants wet?They are a little wet... but down at the bottom, right underneath.That's strange, how'd the wetness get there? And it's... different. Notthe same stickiness as usual. And it almost smells... girly?Later, I come out into the kitchen. Jack gives me a funny look, andlooks behind me."Are.