Marc schreckte hoch, als pl?tzlich Petra vor ihm stand. War die Zeit sogerast?"Wie ich sehe, hast du Body und Strumpfhose anbehalten. Was darf mandara...s schlie?en?", fragte Petra."Ja, also...", verschlafen rieb sich Marc die Augen, "ich, ich machemit." Na prima", l?chelte Petra ihn an, "ich rufe dann Biggi an und danngeht's los." Biggi ..., wieso, was geht los?" Na, dein Umwandlungsprogramm! Wir fangen sofort an", rief Petra und gingnach oben.Marc h?rte, wie sie telefonierte."Biggi kommt. She cried herself to sleep, thinking of John; reading his texts again and again, until the tears that filled her eyes made it difficult to read.Monday morning arrived. Both John and Tasha decided not to mention the nights that they had both had. Tasha told John she'd forgot to text him back, and then her phone was broken. John didn't care. He seemed distant. Nobody wanted him. He knew she'd been out with someone else. He couldn't exactly go home and get revenge by having love-less sex.When work. Jennifer, of course, had the solution to myreluctance. "Don't you want to be PRETTY, SISSY DANI?" Those werethe code words, the special message that would activate in fullthe feminine psyche hidden within my own. As usual, the switchwas instantaneous. Unable to resist (though within, I knew howhumiliating the entire scenario was), I dropped my gaze and heldout my arms, wrists touching. "Transform me, Mistress," Ipleaded. "Bind me into your service as sissy Dani." Jenniferordered me to remove. I winced. “Ahhhh!” the man screamed in pain, before wet, streaming pussy slathered all over his face. A milky, creamy substance dripped and splashed all over him. He shook his head, lifting his neck and sticking his tongue out for more. The woman skidded her ass across his tongue, and he swallowed as much of her pussy juice as he could. The other men clapped. I didn’t know whether to clap or go untie the poor fellow. The hot whip lashed out again, slapping across one woman’s breasts. She stuck.