. "Why hello, do come in" she sullenly said through rich pouting lips. I licked my lips and followed, noticing that she was wearing a very tight strap...less top which left very little to anyone's imagination, below her bare midriff was an extremely short black skirt, so short I could just see the curve of her tight bottom where it met the top of her legs each time she took a step, which was a wonder because the skirt was so tight she could hardly move her long slender legs. I shivered and. "Mankind needs them or there would beno babies." But would you kiss one?" Not without force," I said, looking at her."I have force," she said, making a muscle."Yes, you do." What do you think about plastic dicks?" Do they make plastic babies?"She smiled. "Would you kiss one of those?"Same answer. Not without force." What if I force you? I'm wearing my strap-on," she said"Okay. Why?" I want to make a woman out of you." Oh, God." Julie? Kiss it for me." Really?" Yes, Right on the tip." Do I have. Needless to say, she took lots of photos for the real Carol during theevening.I was terrified of moving or sitting or speaking in a masculine mannerand giving myself away. Sally was uncharacteristically supportive,quietly pointing out my mistakes whenever I did anything unfeminineand suggesting how to correct them. I learned to sit with my kneestogether, and my legs crossed in the women's way.I had to take smaller steps, though my tight skirt helped there. Whenwalking I had to remember to. For Hannah, it was more normal to hear the increasingly pained gasps of the naughty bottom she was spanking. Up to today she had only spanked and caned the college girls bottoms but now she was spanking an old woman’s far fleshier bottom she still revelled in the fact it was more satisfying to spank someone Marlene’s age.Hannah kept on spanking Marlene until she had turned her bottom and legs a deep enough of shade of red, and, once happy that she had spanked naughty Marlene well enough, she.