I asked to meet her for a drink to discuss what I was hoping to put together and also to see what kind of woman she was. About a week later we met for...a drink and I was not disappointed. She was very honest in her posting. She was on the plump side, with large breasts and red hair. Very attractive and from the way she carried herself, very confident as well. I found her very attractive and I was pretty sure Ellie would too. Deb had explained that she had been with couples and just women and. It wasn't really bad, butexperiencing first hand what I'd only seen before was a lot different thanI'd ever imagined. "And?" Cori's simple question bounced around my head."'And'? How can you just say, 'and'? I'm a boy. People will think I'm weirdif they see me wearing it." No they won't. They'll just see a girl wearing a pretty necklace."I should have dropped the argument right there, but the question fell outof my mouth before I could stop it. "Who would take me for a girl?" I know Terri does.. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the most painful of ends. By the time my manhood had fully bloomed though, I had become quite skilled, and had also learned the. Fiona had met them for the first time two days ago at Mary’s hen party. Both girls were twenty years old, much younger than forty one year old Fiona but they had enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating her, as did the other women at the party. (see Fiona and the Hen Party). Fiona had been reluctant at first but had finally enjoyed being f***ed to do the perverse things the other party goers wanted. ‘Hello Fiona, is your bum still sore from all that spanking?’ chirped Kathy, as she smacked Fiona’s.