"Like you order a car, Aisha. You decide make, model, colour, engine and optional extras. I get an order for a particular type of body, hair colour, s...kin colour, age and upbringing. I find a suitable person and train them to become the property of their new owner." Train them?" Yes, of course! Who wants a slave that is untrained? Aisha you are so naive!" So what do these slaves do when they are passed on to their new owners?" That just depends on the owner. Most are sexual pets, at least to. She lead me into the bathroom sat on the toilet open her legs and told me to stand in front of her. Parting her legs she started to piss against the toilet the noise alone let alone the sight sent me over the edge. I came like hadn’t in ages splashing herTits neck and chin with a bucket of spunk.Like many of the little fetishes we’ve played out while drunk we didn’t really mention it in the cold light of day. So fast forward three weeks later while out for a gig. We were. "Fucking shit, Kris! Those weren't cheap!" Chill, Matt! We can buy more." Still, everyone comes and feast on our shit! I'm not fucking loaded!" Fuck dude, I'll buy more. Don't get your panties in a wad over it." I'm just pissed because I bought them just yesterday. Here they come downand eat everything in sight," I said. "From now on, our snacks are ours.They can bring their own shit!"Kris got out of bed and threw on his clothes. "To please you, I'm going toget fucking more, alright! Damn,. Stephen just laughed and pulled into the next shopping mall that we came across. "What are we doing" I asked Stephen."I meant dress up, as in you dressing as a female" Stephen replied.I was shocked I had never done it before, and had never even thought about it. I was hesitant to follow Stephen as he started shopping.We went into an adult store, inside he found a short tartan skirt – which looked a lot like a school uniform skirt, and he picked up a white blouse, some tape, and some fishnet.