Neither noticed the hiss and in the end the last two girls were out and ready.As the day was beginning to wind down, Jacki again found herself on the ...river. After 4 endless hours of fucking she was dirty, tired and sexually alive like never before. The hoped for transformation into a nympho had finally taken root. It was unlikely she would ever get the kind of workout she had received ?On the River? (filmed in HD and Dolby Sound) again. The river ?washed away all of her sins? as she slowly came. Never mind looked, she wasalone. It was just a case of her being in the wrong place at the wrongtime. She didn't intend to get involved with the shenanigans at Fellows;she was just unfortunate enough to have been there when it happened.She didn't really know anything either, however, from what Stephanieknew, she was probably closer to the truth than she knew. How could sheleave her alone?How could she not? She knew what she had to do; what was expected of her and she was alreadyputting herself. I posed myself on the bed, in anticipation. Finally, Mark opened the door and emerged, looking so sexy in his lycra boxer briefs and T-shirt."Wow, Dani," Mark said softly, and stepped over to the bed. "You keep taking my breath away," he continued, slowly shaking his head."Thank you," I answered, quietly. Mark sat down on the edge of the bed, and lightly petted my legs. He looked at me soberly, "Are you OK?"I believed Mark was asking about my body. But there's a lot more to being 'OK' than just. When in this area, sissies could walk, but with limp wrists, small steps (some had their legs or ankles tied or shackled together) and their ruby red or hot pink lips in a permanent 'O', as if they were in a permanent state of wonder.The frames and slides here were especially good for giving other sissies a good view of the stockings, garters and heavy padding they themselves and others were wearing. This was also helpful for the staff to diaper-check the babies. If they found a sissy had.