I did point out that one problem they both had was that they had to convince me what they said was the truth or I would treat it as a dared lie.I toss...ed a coin and Serena lost the toss, so Stephanie was asked if she wanted to go first or second; she chose to go second."Serena" I began. "Why did you really want to see the tattoo designs on Stephanie?" My benevolent Master, I wanted it as an excuse to introduce myself to you and try to persuade you to take me on for training as a cum slut!" she. The panties shone like silk and were thin enough that they couldn't possibly be practical - only decorative. The corset accentuated her already fantastic figure and pushed her breasts up and out. A thin gold chain connected both of her erect nipples."Are you ready for your hand job now?" she asked, one eyebrow crooked.Tom stared speechless at the vision in front of him. His heart raced and he could feel himself blush from his face to his chest.Gayle stepped off the bed and sauntered towards. Picking up my pass, I looked at her. "Daisy Marshall?" I said, looking at Anya. She smiled back.Well, I kinda liked it.*****I looked at myself in the women's room mirror. Anya stood next to my side."Un-fuckin'-believable," I said.I must admit, if I was still male and in swim trunks, I would have been crossing my legs at the sight of a woman like me. I had soft, brown hair that cascaded down around my shoulders, and beautiful hazel eyes. A soft, slightly upturned pert little nose, and two full. You cant need cock that bad....canyou? The tears were flowing freely now.....yessssss, she would take the pain,just to have her holes filled....she truly was a slut...and he was provingit... she nodded silently... hmmm?....what does that mean?...a nod.... please....use the crop on my cunt and asshole..make it pink... ohhh no no no, i cant, he said in mock horror...do you relize if i did that,not only would you be in pain..but even the slightest touch to your assholeor cunt, afterwards.would be.