" Shut-up!" Stacy yelled at the two girls and looked back to me. "God! All you had to do was dress up, have a little fun, and come running back to me ..... Not ... Not ... Not..." Get a sex change?" Karen suggested with a giggle. "She's still a boy, Stacy." You're still a pussy fag, right?" Veronica asked me and I nodded quickly."Yeah ... Yes, uh ... Mistress," I said, even though I thought the Mistress rule only applied at the clubhouse. I wasn't taking any chances and she smiled at that."The. I bet I'm ginger, probably even have freckles. Thin, cute, late teens - probably quite hot. Of course, that none of that makes what is to come any less twisted and sick. There's a lump in my throat the size of a Buick... No, not my throat, the girl's throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists. I struggle, whimper,. ”“OK Mary Ann, I will see you before I leave.” She pulled me close, kissed me and said, “Of course you will.”I walked over to Char’s room, knocked on the door and she invited me in. She was on her bed totally naked and playing with herself and she said, “What took you so long stud? Come here and fuck me.”I got naked and joined her in her bed and she grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it as I felt her pussy and sucked her tits. She said, “I know it’s only been a day but I really. It was so loose that I even managed to get a little sunburn on one of my boobs once while gardening. It was my favorite shirt for that and I always got wet, knowing that as I bent over to dig in the ground, my boobs were exposed to the world. Not that anybody could see them without strong binoculars, because, as I said, I have very small boobs.Technically, I guess you could say I have no boobs. I just have a flat smooth chest with a slight swell under each quarter-sized areola. This was a.