She walked out to her car feeling more than a little bit confused, her head in a whirl and a welter of conflicting thoughts rushing, madly, through he... mind.Did I understand correctly what Nina meant by that last remark? I find it hard to believe that Nina would say those things? Why they're terribly lewd. I don't usually even think about such things. All that disgusting stuff that Eddie's always wanting me to do to him or that he wants to do to me. I don't care what anyone says. They're sinful. "With alittle more discipline, she'll make a first class she-male slave."She told her friends everything that happened on our 'date.'"You should have seen the reaction of those truckers when they saw Dawn,her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in her panties. I'm stillsurprised there were no accidents. That reminds me. Dawn still has thedildo buried in her cute little ass. She must be in agony."There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn's voice when I heard her laugh andexclaim, "Let her suffer. There was a beautiful sunset and the temperature was moving into the eighties. As we drove away from the casino, my hand wandered over to Dana's breast to rub and feel its softness and the nipple. Dana moved my hand and completely unbuttoned her blouse exposing her tits to the night air. The nipples got rock hard.As I drove and fondled those fantastic breasts, Dana started to cum and let out a low guttural moan. Now, it was time to go south on Dana's body. I started to undo her shorts, but Dana. ” He looked over at her. “She doesn’t have any spare beds.”“How would you know that?” asked Misty.“I know, okay? Now, what do you want me to do?”“Wait a minute...” Misty sounded thoughtful, suddenly. “You live with your mother?”“I’m not married, and two of my sisters are still at home,” Bobby said patiently. “So what?”“But you’re ... what ... twenty-five or something like that?”“Twenty-six,” he said, his voice tight. “So what?”“Oh nothing,” she said, her voice light. “It’s just that the big.