"That's gotta bite. So were you planning on sticking around for the dance?"I looked up at him suddenly. "Dance?" I thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, now...I remember." A quick look around the room and through the open door into the lobby indicated that there were quite a few more people down here than usual. I realized they were waiting for the doors to the ballroom to open and the revelry to begin. I had seen one of these already since I'd been turned; we held these dances every couple of weeks,. I've trained him for six months and well, you've seen the results. Let me get him."Bette was beside herself with a pounding heart that seemed to be breaking through her rib cage as she waited for Cindy to return with Sultan. Her swollen, hard nippled tits rose and fell rapidly and there was an all consuming urge in her already soaking wet cunt. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contract and expand in rhythmic spasms of anticipatory excitement.Her breath caught in her throat when Cindy. "See what we girls have to go through," said Lynn, "but it does get easier with practice, and honestly Chrissy, I really like that on you, let me get some pictures! Put those new court shoes on."Chris tried on the new shoes. They were black patent courts shoes, extra-wide, with four-inch heels, and he really noticed the difference from the three-inch ones, tottering about unsteadily. He loved the way they shaped his legs, though, and he loved the way they made you walk, so elegant. It was also. He would stop humming and say to us what the weather was like today. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask us to feel his arm muscles. Being aware of what would come next we would feel his arms. After working round his body he would end up asking us to feel his thigh then work down to his cock which at this stage was still inside his trousers. Through his trousers it felt very large. After the two of us had felt him he would ask if we wanted to see it. This of course was the.