As the party wore on, I noticed her slave boy boyfriend was getting increasingly drunk. I guess being at the end of a leash held by a hot looking youn...g girl dressed in leather is not all it is cracked up to be. When it started getting late and I sensed the party coming to an end, I offered to give the Mistress and her slave boy a ride home. I had a car and was heading downtown anyway. Besides, it was probably not a good idea for a young girl dressed in leather to try to manage a drunken slave. Effect on this body of yours. "Yeah, well don't get any funny ideas Jane. You are in a guy's body now and no... guy is going to have anything to do with me or this body if I can help it. Hmmm... I guess I may have to be a lesbian like you were, then... Hey, I don't seem to mind the idea of making love with a girl with this body. Of course that may change when I encounter a real girl like your girlfriend. Is she good looking???" He felt pleasant twinges at the tips of his new breasts thinking. The shiny, luscious cushioninggleamed in the low light of the decadent club. There was ample spacebelow the table and Darius had a good idea why. These booths had beenconstructed not only with large women in mind, but ensuring there wasample space for whatever vulgar feats the women wished to engage inwith the club slaves.Deborah shoved him into the entrance of the booth and he slid acrossthe leather seating toward the back. She followed him directly; herportly, rubber-clad curves rubbing up. He was in his late thirties and looked like he worked out. He was telling her about his yoga and what it had done for his sex life. D glanced over at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, "How're you doing? (With brilliant repartee like that, you can see why bars are 'me') Her friend shot me a 'get the hell out of here look'."I'm Darla" she said to me "and this is Mark." "I'm Bill" I said, "How about that, we all have four letter names." (Can I come up with them or what?)D laughed as if I'd.