“Very good slave” I said “is your cock stiff?” “Yes Mistress” he said. “Show me. Jerk it for me. Show your mistress your puny little dic...” I said. A line straight out of a video I had watched. His cock was about average. Nothing to get too excited about.I removed the skirt and he stared at my pussy. “I think you need a real cock” I said and I fitted the strap-on. “See bitch. This is what a cock looks like. Why don’t you suck it for me” I said. He didn’t even hesitate. He crawled up to me and. They were now free to turn their attention to the Raptor gunship, that waited for them like some kind of brooding bird of prey.John walked around it, followed by the girls, taking in its fearsome design; all sharp lines and jutting weapons. The gunship was big for a ship of its class, measuring 40 metres in length and almost the same size as the aging freighter they had just left behind. Where the two ships differed, was the Fool’s Gold had more height and was squat and blocky, whereas the. You can only hear someone talk about how much they love it upthe ass so many times. Eventually you lose your mind.Speaking of losing your mind, here's what was really happening:We were being brainwashed.We had gotten our tits. Our body hair had been removed throughelectrolysis. We'd gotten hair extensions. We were trained on how to puton makeup. We had beautiful new femme wardrobes.Physically, we were ready. In other words, we looked hot.(This is embarrassing to admit--I saw myself in the. ” “But I’m not acting. I’m me.” She waved a disapproving french-fry at me, harrumphing: “I’m trying to help!” “Okay, okay!” Stephanie took a comically thoughtful sip of her milkshake and then cleared her throat, affecting a soft, soothing voice: “First, stop looking at my boobs and close your eyes.” Laughing, I obliged her. “Now, imagine you’re driving through town. You’re driving that same shit-box minivan that you crashed into a truck last month.” “Check.” “Shh! Now, you look at yourself in.