“Oh my God!”
“I don’t believe it!”
“What a job!”
“Look at those lips! And that eyeliner, shadow and mascara!”
“And that hair! God, I’d kill to have hair like that! No f*****g fair!”
“She’s pretty!”
“f**k that – she’s hot. Gorgeously sexy and slutty even.”
“Can you tell she’s really a guy? I can’t!”
As everyone gushes and marvels, cheers and mocks me sitting there disguised as a woman I hear Mistress speak in an undertone to someone.
“Why don’t you guys go to the other parties now – round up the guests we talked about. Give our three stars between forty minutes and an hour to beat this slutty young cocksucker some. Then we’ll have some real fun.”
There is a rustling of movement and footfalls as a few people slip away. Then Mistress raises her voice to me.
“Okay, Slut-boy, you can
