.for a boy. I don't have amnesia."Diane just paused. She looked at me and I could see anger starting toflush her face a bit red. "What do you mean you...don't have amnesia? Whendid you recover?"I knew that I was just going to make her mad but I just had to come clean."I never had amnesia. I came to on the bus and heard you all talking and Ijust wanted to give you a good scare."Before I knew it my face was turned the other way and my cheek was onfire. Diane's slap almost knocked me right off of. Like the back side and as the other girls do, at the end of her cleaning she grabs a hold of my now hard cock and strokes it quickly several times, to clean it as well I presume, and then has me stand up.She quickly dries me up with a towel, puts the robe back on me and leads me out of the shower room to a private massage room where she removes the robe again and has me lay faced down on the massage table.She begins the massage which is always a pretty authentic massage at this point. Using. ” I blushed on hearing this and said, “Your bhabhi is quite old now.” He smiled and said, “Just look at you, no one has such a hot bhabhi.”I pecked him on his back in a naughty way and said, “Don’t you have to go to college today?”He smiled and said, “Bhabhi, I don’t want to go to college.” I asked, “Why?”He said, “I can’t concentrate on my lectures.”I asked, “But why Prince?”He said, “Because whenever I try to concentrate on studies, your face comes to my mind.” I smiled and said, “You are. I stood around abit, not moving, to see if I could hear her. Nothing, the house was very quiet. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was now the slutty sissy I had been fantasizing about. I was making myself hot. Thoughts of men lining up to fuck me started blooming in my head. I admired myself further and glanced at the shelf of dildos. My slutty ass deserved to have its craving satisfied I decided.PART 3 I had a good long look at the dildos. I touched each of them for texture, size and.