It was like telling me she didn’t care what I thought. That was beginning to really piss me off.“So how is Marcy?” Ester asked on the cell phone...while I was still a few miles from Jackson Ms.“She is getting there. How are you and Sarah?” I asked.“We are fine. Sarah is on her way to Jackson as we speak,” she said.“I’m on my way there now. It’s going to be about an hour,” I said.“Do you want to come have dinner with Sarah and I?” Ester asked.I hadn’t expected that. “Is everything okay?”“We can. But there was a bench seat for him to sit on while he worked on my dick. After a while, I pulled him up by his huge arms and kissed him deeply. His rough stubble on my face was really exciting as I stuffed my tongue deep in his mouth. I turned us around so that I could sit on the bench and have a go at his cock that he had now taken out of his pants. It was a treat; rock hard and cut although not more than 6 inches long.I pulled off and he immediately bent down for some more tongue action.. She is probably going to be just as nervous asyou are, if not more so."Charlotte swallowed hard, trying to drown the butterflies in her stomach,put on a slight smile and moved towards the checkout. Her eyes never leftthe checkout, watching for any sign that she was going to shout out"BOY". As Charlotte got nearer she saw the name tag said 'Mary'."Can I help you miss," said Mary as Charlotte approached, her arms ladenwith clothes."Thanks," nervously replied Charlotte."I didn't realise you were. I would be spending the next several months with my new mistress, being even more feminized and turned into a passive fuck-slave. She lived in a 2-bedroom apartment, shared by a bisexual woman, who was also tall, blonde and thin. 'This is my room mate and my dominatrix partner, Joanna' said my mistress. She was dressed in a small denim skirt, tight string top and black heels. it was clear she wasn't wearing underwear. 'We have a new project, Joanna, we're going to turn this cute little slut.