Amy then bent over, her ass to me, her legs spread some, her ass hole and pussy showing and picked up a t-shirt off the floor and slipped it over her ...ead, staying bent over showing off for me as she did. When she turned around, instead of standing up she stayed bent over, her head level with my crotch."Don't tell momma about this either..." And then she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, may hard on flopping out and hitting her forehead."Amy!" I exclaimed as I tried to. She said, You know what else would work? And she lifted a bright shiny pair of handcuffs from behind her, smiling like a little girl. I had to laugh as she spun me around and snapped them on my wrists. This was getting ridiculous. She led me back to the platform, and I have to say I presented a very alluring package. Underneath it all I felt my penis stiffen, straining against the lycra tights. I glanced down at that bulge of manhood, and for some reason I felt upset that it showed, not. .."Martina nodded agreement. Nobody was anything like what they'd been justa short time ago. In fact, each of them was an entirely different personthan who they'd been before."Different is right," Sabrina said, taking a drag from her cigarette andthen casually blowing it off to the side. "I don't think I'll ever haveto worry about getting a date anymore..." She smiled wryly and lookeddown at her generous breasts."What if we don't like being like this?" Martina asked, more out ofcuriosity. Sheknew my heart, and I did not have to speak for her to know what shemeant to me.Gently releasing me, she directed me onto my knees. She was lookingdown at me with triumph, power, tenderness, and love. My own gaze up ather was one of submission, devotion, and a matching, trusting love."Now little one," she spoke, "it's time to please your Mistress. Startwith my feet." She sat on the bed with her legs drawn up and her feetat the edge. Her toes were long, their nails painted in a glossy.