One jeer from a young man was met with a withering starefrom Giselle that made him puddle in the gutter - literally."Times have changed, but to what e...d?" an inquiring sissy's mind pondered.At the boutique, Giselle addressed Goldie, Bettina's assistant, "I believeMistress Jane spoke to you this morning. Is all in order?"Yes, Miss Giselle," replied Goldie with a slight bob. "Madame'sdirections shall be followed precisely, and Julia shall be deliveredexactly at one o'clock to Mistress Lila's. "I'm not ugly or anything ... am I?" Oh no" I gasped. I'd been holding my breath and was out of air. "I just don't think I can be as clinical about this as it should be." Why not?" she asked, as if she were actually interested in what I was thinking."Because you're not ... ugly." I said."Thank you Bob." she said. I KNOW she had to be nervous, but she was cool as a cucumber. "Let's just try, okay?" she said."Okay" I said.I took the few steps necessary to get me to the bed and thought to crawl. Finally we were marched back to the elevators and to our residence floor where we were served a high protein but low carb breakfast and coffee. Hairdressing and makeup services were then provided to Jennifer and myself, including pubic haircuts. The two of us, now with elaborately coiffed hair, then donned our high heels and jewelry. Meanwhile Harold and Edgar were shaved and received haircuts, then donned their mid-calf leather boots and bow ties. Except for these few decorative items and. I want to be your first. I want you to fuck me. I want you to claim me. The thought of you taking me excites me even more and I please myself with greater vigor. I see your hard cock ready to fuck me and I imagine the feeling as you enter me. I rub my clit harder with each visual thrust as I imagine you on top of me pumping me with everything you have. “Let it go. Let it go, baby!” I encourage you as I feel your young cock deep inside me. Your thrusts are fast, somewhat clumsy, but it feels.