Bending down, Janet discovered a small token that was suspended from a small chain that was embedded in on of the outer lips. Taking the token in h...r hands, Janet saw on one side the engraving of a coiled whip and two crossed riding crops. On the other were the words, "Tiffany, property of Erica." Janet gasped. It was Tiffany, her best friend in chains that Erica had been "entertaining." From the many whip marks, Janet knew that she had been intensely punished this evening. Janet. What kind of pussy is that, Arnie?" "A girl's, Mistress." "Excellent. Can you feel your skin, your hair, your lips. Lick those lips, Arnie. What kind are they?" "A woman's Mistress," confessed Arnie, his mind somewhat confused. "What are you, Arnie?" "I'm Arnie. I'm a woman? No, that's not right," said a confused Arnie. "Don't you think that Arnie is to masculine? I mean, I know what you are, Arnie. I've made you this way. I've made you into a woman. You didn't want to, but I. She helped me in getting the pant out of her feet and I just threw it away into the room. She was looking at me, a bit scared. I slowly parted her legs and saw the wetness in her undies. That made me crazy and I jumped towards her crotch and started vigorously licking the wettest part her panty. it was smelling heavenly giving indication of what lies beneath. Now I just lifted my mouth and pulled her panties down through her legs, biting both her thighs in between. She just shrugged of her. “How can it be,” thought Eric to himself, “I've only just gone to sleep!” A few days later, Eric had to go back to theatre for the site of the tonsillectomy to be surgically cleaned as he'd got an infection there which wasn't responding as well to the antibiotics as the doctors would have liked. He received another injection of atropine and morphine to dry up his secretions and to calm him down, although that wasn't necessary this time as he knew what to expect..The trolley came to take him to.