“Now, let me show you how to touch me,” I say, “watch me, and then you try.” You look down and you see my fingers lightly caressing the skin ...n my scrotum. You move your hand between my legs and replace my hand. Your fingertips lightly explore the contour of my ball sack. You hear me moan with pleasure and it makes you smile. “Yes, that is very nice,” I praise. “Now cup them in your hand, and gently squeeze.” You slide your hand under my scrotum and cup one of my balls in your hand. You are. "We were good. I can't believe we lost." We were good, but we put it together in a month. Leslie's been acting since... she was probably doing Romeo and Juliet when she was still an egg in her mother's tummy." Eggs aren't in the tummy." Don't get clinical on me. You know what I mean." I do. And Leslie was good. And her play wasn't lame. I just get so competitive. I just can't believe we lost." If I tell you something, will you promise never to mention it again. To take it to your grave?"Robbie. ”She paused and then stage-whispered to me. “Watch this.”Looking back to them, she commanded, “Kneel slaves!”They knelt obediently.“What will you do for your mistress Kiera?” She asked them.“Anything, my Goddess,” they said.“And if you please me, what is your reward?” she laughed out.“I can eat you,” one of them said.“Give my goddess orgasms,” said the other.Kiera clapped with delight and then told them, “Take my new protégé, Krystal, to my tent, strip nude, and then massage her and obey all. On touch alone, my tits were so compressed and contained, combined with the tough starch, that a passing feel would not let someone think I had boobs, just a broad chest (instead of a broad with a chest). On sight, my torso looked barrel chested, with no real contour of breasts.Next I put on a pair of boxers, and then a loose pair of jeans. I left the shirt untucked, so the length of it would cover my shapely ass.A look in the mirror confirmed my new look as a dyke – downplaying all my girly.