What the hell is this shit? What the fuck are you doing?Dealing with something big so shut up or get on your shit and help. He’s got nothing I haven...��t heard before and he’s not going to repeat himself, thank god I’ve been hearing it for weeks. Talk about an awkward standoff, I don’t want to talk anymore like Syd suggested and he does want to talk but has nothing of value to say. “Did you get dinner,” I hear it and almost spit at him,” Your mom wanted to let you have some time to yourself so you. It will not matter after today.I take one last look at my male body - the wide musculature on mythighs; my narrow hips; my strong hands; my powerful arms; my largefeet; and I mentally say goodbye to it all.I lift my hand to my face and touch the familiar contours - stubble; aheavy brow; and a broad chin.Male slaves, also dressed in more than me even though they only wearloincloths, are preparing the apparatus.They mutely manoeuvre a glass bottle of a pale pink chemical intoposition, connecting. At least I think it was involuntarily. He must have taken that as a good sign and finally slipped his finger under my bikini bottom. I was very wet, and his finger slid easily into my pussy. I sighed as he started a slow, steady in and out stroke. I was overwhelmed with lust, and I moved with his motion. Within minutes I shuttered, and his finger was flooded with my juices. My orgasm had occurred without warning. At that point, I lost it and bolted upright on the chaise lounge. I had been swept. “Holy fuck! Shit! That was fucking outrageous!” She swore between gasps of air. For her efforts Janice was smiling mischievously at the young woman’s words of praise. Anna showed her appreciation by bending down and kissing Janice deeply. Peter, Mark and I then removed Holly’s restraints and guided the unsteady girl to the sofa where she collapsed. I sat down beside the brunette, offering her a glass of water to the slightly dehydrated woman. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a ‘gusher’?” Anna.