I was wearing a red skater dress, which just covered my thighs. I had on a very silky pair of red knickers, my stockings were natural, glossy hold-ups..., with a very deep lace top and the heels, had of course to be, my five-inch, bright red Mary Janes. I put on my blonde shoulder-length wig and did my makeup as best I could. This was one of the things my wife always did, but I was getting better at it.While I waited I got a little impatient and decided to do something that I had always wanted to.. Let's do a little video shall we?"Mike arranged pillows on the bed and I was posed there. As Danny filmed, Iused my girliest voice to say the words on a short script the men made mememorize:My name is Sam and I am a sissy for life. I love to serve men. I want tolearn how to suck cock and be a pretty slut and get used and humiliated. Iam just a hole for men to use. I belong in panties and skirts and makeup forthe rest of my life. I deserve to be led around on a dog leash and bepermanently caged.. "Am I offending you, MJ? I don't mean to be discourteous, but I've this unsettling habit of being frank. I say what I'm thinking... most of the time anyway... and further, I tend to ask for what I want."She leaned forward a little and still looking at me with that same quizzical expression, she asked, "And do you get what you want... most of the time?" Seldom," I laughed, "but I try not to make up other people's minds for them. I let them decide for themselves. I've been told to ask for 100. It would be like putting a Band-Aid on a gaping chest wound. He rolled over and looked at the published issues again. They were crap. Art-wise they barely rose above the standard half-assed manga style, and plot-wise they were a mess. He chucked the whole bunch into the recycling bin and staggered out to his kitchen. What were they going to do? And there in the kitchen was Erika Otsuka, heading out of Naomichi’s room, buttoning up her shirt. She flushed and stared at the floor. ‘Uh… hi.’ Terry.