“To answer your question its 3:00am. I couldn’t sleep so I started fucking you.” “Tre as much as like this, I need to pee,” I said. “Hol... it,” he said. "What? I can’t hold it, is he nuts? He’s practically ordering the pee out of me with all of sensual pistoning he’s doing." I thought. “Tre baby, please I really need to go,” I begged. “I said, it is SIR or MASTER you ungrateful slut,” he growled. Slut? What now he’s calling me names? I just want to go pee. This is total nonsense, I need to. She said it was because we where going for a meal (a lie to throw him off), but I knew it was because she enjoyed the attention she gets from our son's friends.Everyone was having a great time and my son was in his element with all his friends and me and my wife where knocking back the drinks like a couple of 18 year olds.In fact my wife was starting to look a bit unstable on her heels and it wouldn't be long before she was feeling sick (as always when we drink).I sat talking to my sons best. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a well educated girl, she knew real gentlemen speak at least five foreign languages. Hence Polish wouldn´t be a threshold she thought. In stead, it would help the first pre-selection. People, who spoke Polish only, would not rank high.Her conditions were clear. Usual things: Health certificate. Money in the bank. Bridal suite in the best hotel. Only one night. No meeting afterwards.She. "I've got something special for you," shesaid with a sneer. "You're gonna love your new sissy nails."She had a tall glass of iced tea in her hands. She placed it in betweenmy legs, the cold metal tumbler chilling my balls. I'm sure she thoughtthat this was painful to me, but after electrolysis on my scrotum, itactually felt nice.Mistress D returned with a tray full on blonde hair. "I see you met J.She's going to take care of your nails. They are actually made of a non-breakable polymer. Plus,.