Hair brush?I stared more closely in the mirror. I had soft budding breasts withpuffy nipples. I slowly drew my finger tip over the left one, and thent...he right one, and immediately they grew erect and firm and I felt adelightful tingling in my little nub.My right hand dropped down and had already slipped inside my alreadywet slit when I realized it was really a vagina, and the little nubthat peeked out from its hooded hiding place really was my now highlyaroused clitoris. I touched my clitty. The women, the girls.It’s invigorating, more invigorating than any little blue pill, I can tell you, buying and owning slaves. Not all of the females are particularly beautiful by modern standards. But it doesn’t matter, they’re mine. GinnyMy first was called Ginny, when I was just starting out. She was twenty-something, sold off cheap from a deceased’s estate. Cheap because most rich owners like to acquire their fancies in their teens or earlier, so Ginny was “old”. And used, I suppose,. That left Betty me and Waverly prepping for a private show.“That ceremony went pretty well. It wasn’t too boring for them was it?” Betty asked me as if I had some insight into the chat room’s mood. I told her that I liked it and that seemed good enough for her.“Can I ask a question?” I said because it was another thing I was wondering. Betty told me that I could always ask what I didn’t know. I felt self-conscious though because I felt like I was supposed to already know these things.“If Hayden. But he never did.-well…sounds like a great idea. When shall we depart?--well…study till 2pm…then?--deal-While I was studying, I got a call from Omar. I answered.-peace, Omar, how are you?--peace too, hameeda. I am as usual. Miss you a lot--oh now you miss me? But when I am around you, you do not even touch me--mm…but I wanna saw you always.So you are coming back tomorrow, right?--yup…so, anything special?--no, not really--peace, Omar. Bye--bye-I dropped the call. Now I had really started to.