" "You go, girl."I think Francine, next to me, was getting jealous of the attention I wasgetting. She was doing some of her own makeup, which I didn...t understand- isn't that part of the reason to come to a place like Glamour Shots, sothat someone else can do your makeup? I asked her that, but she ignoredme.Meanwhile she was asking all the makeup artists for their advice,including mine. "Should I wear blue eyeliner? Should I wear my hairup?" I asked my makeup artist, Vanesssa, if she would. I stepped out the back door of the room and called Caryn.“I need you to find out something for me. If the studio pulls the movie before it’s done shooting, do I get paid?” I asked.“I don’t know. Is that even a possibility?” she asked.“Laurent Vance accidentally shot and killed himself on set yesterday.”There was silence on the other end and I could hear her keyboard tapping.“Oh, my God! He really did.”Someone had just done an Internet search.“I know this sounds completely mercenary, but find. " Wait, did I just say that, I thought. "What does that mean, not yet?" His eyes getting big and his cock jumping from his muscle flexing. "Calm down dad" I said. "I'm 18 and in college now so some day soon I will have sex." Have I lost my mind, I thought. Where is this bluntness coming from?"So why are you telling me this?" He asked. "Well dad, I don't have much experience short of the self satisfying masturbation sessions and I figured you may be able to help me."Without hesitation he. Pulling on theleash both of their sissies were taken down into the club.Ruby had been to this club almost every weekend since her capture, butfor me it was a new and chastising experience. A few months ago I wouldhave killed to get into a club like this, to have captured and trained myown slave to serve me, especially if she looked like one of us sissies,but now I was content with being masters slave although I was worriedwhat this inauguration was that mistress had informed me of.To start with.