He most definitely did not want to add his name to the list of those who had been disappeared for failing to follow orders. ?Well done. No punishments...for you then.? The delivery man stroked the slave’s hair mockingly, tugging sharply at the gentle curls that nestled in the back of his neck. ?Master Thomas keeps his slave well. He must be proud.? DickCheese nodded once more, knowing the man’s tricks well. This man had a reputation for trying to trick slaves into talking, making them drop their. "With a little workyou wouldn't look all that bad!" she said. "Yes, it might be fun."She continued as Martha looked on with growing interest. "He's small fora man and with a little work he could wear anything I have in my closet!Would you like that Tim? Since you love playing 'dress up' why don't youcome over to my place and I can show you a few tricks-of-the-trade. Meand Martha could have you looking like a doll in no time!" she said."I...I don't think that would be such a good idea," I said. I can, but you might not want to. Let’s just take things one step at a time. Do you know that it’s possible that it might hurt a bit the first time, and that you might bleed?”“No!” she gasped, biting her lip. “It’s painful? And I’ll bleed?”“Come sit down with me on the couch and I’ll explain.”She nodded and sat on the end of the couch, as far away from where I sat down as she could. If she couldn’t relax and be comfortable, I’d call it off. It might be like Becky, with several false starts. If. I undid her blouse hooks. She did not wear a bra and her dark boobs fell out . The nipples were hard. I began to suck them. She whimpered and sat down on the bed. I fell on top of her and put my hands inside her sari and up her thighs . Her flesh was slightly shivering. I reached her vagina and caressed her gently. She opened her legs and I slid my finger inside – she was wet. We looked at each other hungrily. I lifted her sari and exposed her. She tried to cover herself. I threw off my dhoti.