Bad! She waited and took controlled breaths. Soon she was aware of a presence to her left. "Hey, hotness. You'd better go slow on that beer!" Turning ...to her left, she saw a biker that was more Bobby Elvis than Jax Teller. A bunch more. "This is not a place to be too drunk too soon." She smiled. "I've had a hard day. I'm pretty thirsty." The guy who wasn't Jax moved closer. "What should I call you, hotness?" Kelle was flummoxed. No way was she giving out her real name. She thought and then came. I gave him his first injections of estrogen and progesterone, I used a rather large dose because I think he will be begging you for the alternate procedure right a way. When the testicles pop like his did there will be a lot of swelling and excruciating pain. They are deadened with Novacaine right now but you should probably leave work early today if you want to have some time with him before that wears off." -------- By the way. Complete what you should have done last night.” “Yes Master.” Turning around I bent over at the waist to retrieve my thongs, a satin pool around my feet, my chocolate half moons smiling at his waist. His Big Johnson strained to get at them. I appreciated a good dick every now and then but I was strictly chickly. “You’ll find Ceres in the living room kneeling. I want her chores done. We are not finished by a long shot. I’ll deal with you tonight, Liya, for running.” I looked down at my. Looking down quickly to take stock of what might have been on display, I realized it was all hanging out. My shirt was open and my tits out and my skirt had hitched up so high my dripping wet shaven pussy was open for all to see. I suddenly became aware of the breeze fluffing my hair about and realized the bitch Gabrielle had taken off the roof of her convertible vintage ride and thus left nothing to the imagination. It seemed she was making a statement of her claim. I was her bitch, and she.