" OK," Tracy said as she walked around the couch. "So who is going to be on whose arm?" Why don't I be on your arm? That should be fun." That's sounds...like a plan to me," Tracy said as she held out her arm for Miss K to hold onto. "Let's get going!" You lead the way, ma."***The two ladies had made their way down to the casino floor and settled into a blackjack table in the VIP room. Surrounding them were people of money and means, their expensive clothes advertising their wealth as much as. I shiver from the feeling and Chelsea giggles sweetly in my ear. She whispers," I can feel you growing under my leg. Am I turning you on?" I shrug and reply," What straight guy wouldn't get turned on by a pretty girl kissing and licking their neck?" She rolls herself on top of my chest and rests her chin on her hands, which are on my upper chest. She's smiling wide and her eyes are looking into mine. " We could do this, you know?" I ask," Do what?" " We could pretend we aren't. "Uh-huh," she agreed."ChiChi, can you tell for sure if Gretchen is a woman?" Mr. Warren asked.The Dominican bimbo stared appraisingly at her."I'm not sure Mr. Warren," she admitted.The confusion closed in again on Gretchen. How could they doubt she was a woman?"Why aren't you sure, ChiChi?" he prompted."All her woman parts, they are covered up," said the half-naked bimbo. "The bumps on her chest, they may be boobies, perhaps. But how can one tell?" But, I do have boobies!" Gretchen. That, and what my Mistresses did next…” +++ The chain that hung from her nipples had been weighted, pulling them painfully earthward, the sharp ache spreading through her the soft pink rings of her areola, her flesh, like molasses. Slowly but surely creating a wonderful hurt in her firm breasts. She did her best to remain silent, but it was too much to bear. She began to whimper, wordlessly begging for relief of some sort, unsure, or perhaps unwilling, to admit to what it was she truly wished.