Ain’t got an accountant for myself.” Mike said, downing the last finger of whiskey into his mouth. “Still selling ‘meat’?” It was a term t...e two used during their times together as slave merchants. The products, usually young girls, were called ‘meat’.“Sometimes. But not a whole lot these days. Renting them out is always more cost effective. Girls these days ain’t easy to train.”“I hope that bitch isn’t too hard for you to train.” Astrid nodded at the schoolbag on the floor. “Her? Nah. She’s. I looked very feminine and she loved it andkept on telling me how much fun she was having. I didn't know what tothink, but she was enjoying herself so much, I just went along, but, tobe fair, it was fun.That's how I spent that summer, in a girl's wardrobe, wearing makeupevery day. I didn't go out much, and we were pretty circumspect when Idid. We shopped at a different A&P across town, for instance. We wentto a K-Mart 35 miles away so I could try on clothes with little chance ofdiscovery. . I can hardly breathe by now. We go to the pool to rise off then back to the tub to soak. I tell her that I want to try her ass. She said that she had never done that before so I told her well I guess it is about time you do. So we go up to her bedroom and she lies down face first with her legs spread and her sweet brown eye looking right at me so I get down on my knees behind her and start to lick all around her tight little rear door. as I lick I start to jab in deeper and deeper now the hole. “Why on earth would you leave before having dessert?” Reina laughed.“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you had planned for dessert,” Karenna said.Gemma knew exactly what Reina meant and elbowed Karenna, “She means sex, Kar. She wants the four of us to have a playdate.”“Oh. Oh!” Karenna said, embarrassed that she’d missed the cues. “Well, if Chad wants…”“Chad wants!” he interrupted playfully. They all laughed and headed up to the third-floor dungeon. Chad didn’t figure this impromptu session.