Mark, I don’t care what you do in your sex life as long as its with consenting adults.” I replied quickly trying to get his crying to stop.“You�...�re not disappointed….that…that I like to dress up like a girl”, Mark said wiping tears from his cheeks.“Heh, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it a little weird but disappointed…no I’m not disappointed. Besides you make a cute girl.” I said and regretted immediately. I couldn’t believe I just said that and as Mark heard what I said, a smile spread. I must say at this point I was somewhat uneasy"You picked the glass with the white marble. That means you get to be the pet of this little party."She didn't give me the chance to decline or ask questions. She only gave me a brief run down of my rules during this little game. I was to say nothing At all during the entire time I was acting as pet. I was not to tell anyone what my true identity was. Those were my rules with only one exception. If I experienced any pain or anything became to much. The three boys soon manoeuvred themselves to be with the girls and engagedthem in small talk, Kelly and Donna soon interrupted when Jemma was lost forwords and they enjoyed the company, Jemma felt a glow from the alcohol in theglass of wine she was given. She appeared much older than her 13 years whendressed like this and was not used to drinking apart from some small beerswith her father at home. James, the youngest of the boys, was paying herparticular attention, his brothers had moved in on. What now?’ ‘Not to worry. By the way, do you like massages, pedicures, manicures, facials, that sort of thing?’ ‘Oh, God, yes! I haven’t had a real massage in I don’t know how long. Can I really get one here?’ ‘That’s what it says. Let me make a few phone calls and I’ll tell you all about it.’ She heard him talking but couldn’t quite make out the words. He apparently made several calls, then he was curiously quiet. At last, when she had finished hanging up their Clothes and putting their.