As we passed Eric's room I thought I heard something, but that was the last thing I was interested in right now. I wanted to show Geena what it was li...ke to be a real lesbian.We moved into my room, closed the door, and dropped out of our slippers and robes. We were getting naked and gleaming with lust sweat. I kissed Geena and then went over to my armoire. I unlocked it and displayed everything for Geena. She looked on with wonder and a sudden grin of joy. There were all kinds of dildos. " Amy giggled. "Thank you, Mr Handsome Person. You look great yourself." Approaching Daniel, who was lying in bed already, she said the few decisive words that she never thought she would say: "I do hope, however, that we are not here only to stare at each others good looks..." She touched Daniel's leg, and swept her hand upwards until she reached a little bit above his knee. Then she stopped. "I can't believe this is happening." she said. "It feels so different. Usually this kind of situation. In a way though, that was part of the ingenuity of what they’d done. Every orgasm merely reinforced the changes, and ensured their lasting influence. They’d turned her into her own jailor. They’d made her love what she’d been turned into. Breakfast was a coffee and a croissant, quickly devoured to leave ample time for her to clean up and get ready for her first client. He was an elegant but young businessman, South American, a regular. They were all regulars at this point. No doubt a pretty. ”“But you did, and it sure got me fired up for the next day. I get what you’re saying.”“Good. You want some breakfast?” I asked, changing the subject abruptly. Lesson over.“Yeah. I think there’s a leftover bratwurst. I’ll have that.”“Why don’t you have a real breakfast and we’ll go down to your gym. I’ll string a line, set some volleyballs for you so you can practice your hits.”This intrigued her. “You’ll help me practice hitting?”“Sure. Unless there’s something else you’d rather do.”“No, no..