You’ve watched it wiggle when I fell asleep on the couch. You tried not to stare. Like a gentleman. Perhaps that makes me a lady after all.We’re l...aughing and out of our minds from our usual goofing around. A steamy sex scene is on the TV. Neither of us knew it was coming. There’s a moment as you let me out of a headlock when your hand cups my mouth. I lick it. Could just be my weird playful nature. You’re unsure, but you pull me into you and tickle my ribs. I’m so tiny compared to you. Those. Jack was pretty good to them. And you'll need 'proper' clothes for the opera." Oh no. I don't want a monkey suit," I said."Don't whine. It's unbecoming," Christine scolded.I almost said, 'Yes, Mom.'"In fact, today is a perfect day. Let's go." She stood up and motioned for me to follow. I'm sure I had a sour look on my face as the girls started laughing. Christine made me dress while she did the same, took my arm and steered me to the elevator.At the front door, Jerry asked, "How do you like it. “Well we had better begin, and if you’re a good slave I might still let you fuck me as you had obviously planned”.My Mistress picked up the chocolate body sauce and poured some on me from my chest down to my cock she then grabbed here own breast and rubbed them in the chocolate which smeared it all over me and her gorgeous tits then she climbed on top of me and rubbed my chocolate covered cock all over her pussy and inner thighs while she was doing this she lent down to me and said“Clean this. It’s like I should get a disease or something.”This kind of made sense to Christen.“Have you looked down there or anything?”“I don’t dare. There was a little blood at first, when I peed, but it stopped. I don’t even dare feel myself down there. What if there is something growing, a fungus or something, and it gets on my fingers? What if it keeps spreading?“Oh, Christen, what should I do?”The buxom teen thought for a moment, then suggested Helen let her look at her between the legs. “What harm.