Mindful of Master L’s orders about this man, I sent back an acknowledgement that I would be there. I dressed carefully, choosing a short black skirt... with a black peasant blouse and wide white belt, black hose and heels. The only jewelry I wore was an emerald stud earring in my right ear, and my watch. I arrived at the restaurant and as the message had instructed, waited calmly and patiently just outside the front door. Master K was already there and parked where he could see me. He let me stand. “I really liked how all of it made me feel,” I told her. “First the outfit, which let me tell you, got a lot of attention. Then the results the attention. I could pick and choose who I played with and how they played with me. Everyone knew what I was doing but not who I was. It made me feel raw, exposed, protected, and so very wet.”“There is a word for that.”“Yeah?”“Slutty,” she said. “You’re a slut.”She said it matter of factly, not accusingly. My pussy warmed at that. Nevertheless, I couldn’t. Kirkexpected to be hugged for his magnanimity, but Blair hung back, morepensive than grateful.First of all, Blair wanted to find out whether he'd have "periods,"whatever they were if he became a real girl. Kirk's reply was notreassuring: "Of course, you'll have 'em. If you've got a cunt, thenit's going ooze blood once a month, like clockwork." Ooze blood? That sounds dangerous! Do girls ever die from theirperiods?"Kirk was "reassuring":Nah, they stuff a sponge or piece of cloth up their. I heff no desire to do you harm." she said, returning to a large gaudy-coloured chair opposite where the two girls were sat."I can see zat sings are not quvite vot zey seem, no?" Neither girl said anything."No? Vel anyvay, zey are not. You heff secrets, zat is off no matter. Evorybuddy heff secratz. I can see all." she said turning tarot cards over with a flourish forming a cross-shaped arrangement."Ah, zo, Denise, or should I purhap call you Denis?" Denise paled."Denis?" said Stephanie,.