"No, little slut," the woman across from her said. She shook her head. "That won't do at all, would it, gentlemen? Repeat after me: "Tonight I am Ms. ...ophia's exclusive little slave whore."Letting her eyes fly left and right, Juliana swallowed down a lump of nerves."Tonight," she began, her voice sounding far away and trembling. "Tonight I am Ms. Sophia's exclusive little ... slave ... whore." Her eyes burned; tears started to flow. Sophia slowly clapped her hands. Others took up the mocking. He smiled his soft smile and nodded, “I am sure it will be easy, not much happens at night usually.” I looked at the slight tired look in his eyes and wished he would find a day job some time. My husband was use to the night life after several months at his new job. It was not stressfully job and he truly did enjoy the work. It was my own selfish wish for him to be on a normal day job so that we could spend more time together. As he gulped down the last of his coffee I watched him take the. Carl had now come around and seemed confused at the goings on 2 young women were at the side of him, one getting shafted on the floor and the other manipulating a big cock between her breasts, however it didn’t take him too long to get his bearings and was frantically stripping off when as if on cue Jenny re-entered the room just in time to remove his last items of clothing it was a relief to me to see that his equipment more or less matched mine, not that I got to see it for long before he. She has let me sleep in as today is my special day. She takes me to the bathroom and there is already a feminine smelling bubble bath waiting for me with candles and rose petals on the bubbles. She bathes me and gently washes my hair and whispers gently to me, converting my mindset from masculine to feminine as we talk about clothes and perfume and makeup.She makes me stand in the middle of the room and raise my arms, proceeding to lather me all over and shave all my body hair, until my skin.