The kitchen is a large "professional" set up, so the owners, I mean my Owners – how that idea makes me angry and yet gives me a stab of sexual satis...action at the same time - must be in the habit of catering for quite large parties of guests. I hope I am not on display when that happens, looking like I do at the moment. Imagine: hordes of smart successful men and women gazing at this naked slave with cane marks striped across her bum and thighs and Neena explaining in a happy relaxed tone to. “Your just another nasty biker bitch” I said to her and that got her worked up even more. “Get on your knees and take car of my cock BITCH!” She dropped to her knees, her hands running down my sides and was biting the outline of my cock through my jeans. I had my fingers woven in her hair and was pulling it. The harder I pulled the more she reacted biting and working my cock through my jeans. I grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled her back to her feet kissing her deeply again. My hand. " But what?" I asked."But you've become victim number four. You are now a very good looking brunette teenager and I must say, I'm jealous." I'm what!" I screeched! I realized I sounded like a girl."Don't worry, Sam. Maggie has asked me to help you get to know the new you and teach you all about being female. We've got a lot of clothes shopping to do, all at the department's expense, since you were 'injured' in the line of duty," Josie said.I looked at my hands, lifted the sheet and looked at my. That would amply describe Diane.Well, finally one night Diane and I were in the car again and my relationship with the other girl that I was always telling her about had taken a definite downhill turn. I was desperate because I realized my days with the other girl were nearly over. I'd talked Diane into riding out into the country with me again and we'd actually decided to park on an isolated road and just talk for an hour or so. Well, that was what made all the difference in the world. Diane.