Model tall, Amelie's 5'9" body had filled out over the last four years and round, high breasts proudly stood above a miniscule waist and flaring, full... hips. She was wearing designer jeans, jeans cut so low her pubic bones were half exposed and dark, rich pubic hair would have been luxuriously escaping if she hadn't shaved and waxed. I could see her slit clearly defined by the tightness of the material at her groin and wondered fleetingly if she was wearing any underwear at all.She certainly. Well, without going through the next 8 hours of each thing I wastaught, let me just say it's fucking hard to be a woman. Hair,makeup, nails, skin, shaving, shit there's no end to the whole thing.But at the end of eight hours I had a very feminine hairdo, knew howto wash, set and brush it and also all the other countless thingswomen do. Five years was beginning to feel like an eternity.Almost on cue, Mr. Smith's little chime rang in my ear. Dutifully, Icalled him and said, "What do you want Mr.. ‘I’m going to come!’ I grunt, to no-one in particular. The girl at my side increases the speed and pressure of her strokes, and points my cock in the direction of her face – and yours, the first spurt comes gushing out as I grasp your breast. It flies in an arc and reaches your cheek, the second is not so strong, but reaches your chin and dribbles downwards. Our friend reached forward and licks the hot thick semen from your face. Then she plants a firm kiss on first your lips then mine. I can. “You’re not my girl because you’re going to give me handjobs.” Renée mattered at the moment. “You’re my girl because I want to look out for you. I want to care for you. You’re my responsibility.”That last sentence was a weight on my shoulders and a weight off of my heart. I couldn’t stop smiling and Suzi wasn’t pleased about that.“Seriously?” Hannah spun on her stool. “That’s what that means? I hoped we were fucksluts.”“Fucksluts?” Suzi grimaced. “That’s redundant. All sluts fu--”“Hope?” My.