She was gorgeous and dressed to the 9’s but much larger than what her profile photos suggested. For perspective, she was around 5-5” in height and...every bit of 180 pounds. She had her face all made up in the characteristic Mexican ‘Chola’ look with heavy makeup, dark, thick eyebrows, a tight cocktail style dress, and a push-up bra with fairly large silicone boobs pouring out. From outward appearances, there was no doubt about her gender.The first thing I thought was, “Damn, way to be discreet. There will be people you recognize. You can speak to them if you want. There will be people I recognize and want to speak to. I can’t foresee an instance that I’d see someone that I want to speak to without you but it might happen. I don’t know.”“No!” Dom said. “We’re spread too thin to let you have a private conversation with anyone. If you want to talk to someone without us, you call them on the phone tomorrow. Liz, we’re staying together. If you want to do things differently then you might. .. My cellphone vibrated on the night stand beside my bed. I groggily felt around in the dark until I got a hold of it. Half asleep and blinded by the bright light of the screen my heart skipped a beat when I read the short worded text message sent from Mistress. “It’s on” was all it read. I knew that everything I knew about myself, and any morals I had were soon going to be altered and destroyed.Let’s go back to the start and allow me to elaborate on the situation that changed everything for. At one point, Cassie said, “Daddy, don’t jack off too much, we wanna play with it too.” Cassie has only a tiny bit of wispy pubic hair; her breasts are starting to develop. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t think she’d ever fucked him yet when he was so completely shaved like this. It was going to be a special treat. She jumped him on the bed, crawled right on top and spread flat, kissing his nipples, sucking like she wanted to give him hickeys. She was scrunching her crotch around on his.