"With that, she light gripped one of my breasts and began to gently massage it. Sure enough, soon little droplets of milk appeared... as did additiona...l wetness between my legs."If they are sore" she commented "from being so full, I'm happy to relieve some of the pressure." Uh" I was now making an embarrassing habit of stammering to her questions, "I guess that would be okay...."She the expertly worked both of my breasts and I closed my eyes. What an amazing experience... she definitely knew how. "Don't worry about that right now," Mistress said. "I need to talk to you about the next stage in your transformation. This may be the only time this weekend that you have some options to choose from."Your appointment is at a salon just about a mile down the street from here. They know of the situation with you being a man and all and they have already been told that I want you to have a manicure and pedicure and acrylic nails put on. They will also thin and shape your brows a bit."The options. ‘Right!’ shouted Jimmy, ‘She’ll have to judge’ pointing at me. Quick as a flash, the four men started undoing their trousers. ‘There’s no need,’ I began to stammer. ‘There is. This needs deciding once and for all’ replied Jimmy as his jeans hit the floor, followed by his pants. Within seconds, the four of them were stood in front of me, trousers and pants around their ankles asking me to judge which one had the largest cock. I’d only ever seen my husband’s dick in the flesh before and continued. It was a brief movement but deliberate and Sara felt like her body had suddenly become more alive. Ally seemed to go on as if nothing had happened; however there seemed to be something hanging in the air: potential. Ally’s hands moved down, skimming over the towel that hid Sara’s bum from view. Her hands started at her feet, working slowly up each leg. Sara could barely concentrate; she was biting her lip, trying to keep herself from grinding on the bed, barely whispering answers to any of.