These women were just as beautiful as the as the Ladies of the Brush, wearing bright red string bikinis. A woman in the group, a stunning redhead with...green eyes, said the expected, "Sir, who are you?"Everything went according to the script until we got to the "Do you all agree to Amanda as surrogate?" when three of the women refused saying, "We do not trust Sister Amanda as our surrogate".Amanda was stunned. She had no idea what to do. I thought she should be acting, in her position as senior. . Died before he even hit the floor.GOT THAT FUCKING DRAGONS HEAD ON MY WALL FOR THAT!...But. . . Yea dragons dragon aren’t easy beasts to look after it’d not often but every couple of years you get one and it just doesn’t give a fuck.We had a new girl start last month.Odd girl the dragons love her especially the Welsh red heart he seemed to make her sleep next to him the other day not that she minded.Took me 13 months till one let me do that I can tell you now there’s nothing like hugging up. I remember the first time I felt it, sensed it. This ‘little spark’ as I called it, though later I called it ‘flipping my Bic’ for lack of a better explanation for what it was. It was several weeks after returning home from recovering in the hospital that I first sensed something unusual had happened to me. Too afraid to tell anyone about it for fear of having to go back while they performed all sorts of tests on me, I simply ignored what I’d discovered, locking it away, too afraid to explore. " That's better," she agreed with a small, sort of smug smile. "Get those ugly pants off! Your mommy buy those for you?" Uh..." I'd gotten my shirt off and kicked off my shoes, and now I unbuttoned my jeans and started pushing them down. "Yeah, um ... Yes! Mistress Veronica, I mean." Ugly boxers too," Heather giggled. "A fag like you needs some proper panties, I think." Used ones," Veronica nodded and she and Heather started whispering about something as I undressed self-consciously.They were.