It wasintoxicating. My eyes closed as I moved closer, my mouth opening. Then Istopped and forced my eyes open. I wanted Louis to see everything,experi...nce it all. I looked at him in the mirror with his own Charlesthere, cock standing at attention in his hands. As I leaned forward, sodid he. Our eyes were locked as we licked the tip of Charles's cock,tasting the salty sourness of man.We opened our mouths wider and, likewise, Louis opened his eyes wider. Icould see the fright there."It's all. The next year went by with nothing unusual happening. I had continued to furnish my small apartment with items and now had a second bedroom that was furnished with the usual. I had also bought some items for my pickup, like a new radio and new tires but that was the extent of my purchases. Then I got a phone call from my parole officer. I was sitting at home as usual watching the TV when he called."Carmine, this is Jack. Your parole officer." Christ, Jack, I know your voice by now. You call. While he consistently pressed harder, my tight little hole popped open for him. His smooth lubed cock slid right inside, filling me up one inch at a time. The moment he entered me, my little boner went from fully hard to semi erect. That feeling was becoming more and more familiar, and it was the greatest sensation I had ever experienced as any little bit of manhood that I had left escaped my body and was taken over by a feminine tingle within me. I was clearly his bitch, and with each. I lay on the sofa, amazed at what had just happened. I pulled the duvet over me and held her knickers close to my nose, smelling her sweet scent. I stuffed them in the pocket of my jeans hanging over the back of the sofa and went to sleep.The following morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. The family was milling about throughout the house, so I got my jeans and pulled them on from beneath the duvet. I stood up, went to the bathroom and came down to the whole family sitting around the.