I glared into his eyes as I sank backwards towards the beds, my shuddering legs finally unable to hold me aloft. I pulled him back with me onto my so...t bed, my lips never parting from his as we tumbled down together. The air felt thick with my own need as I began to pull at his clothes, eyes glazed with lust for one another. I pulled his pants down with one swift movement, releasing his hard cock and realizing I had him exactly where I wanted him: in my bed naked, filled with lust for my. You'll stop thinking and feeling like a man and begin to think and feel like a woman. It will take time, but it's entirely feasible that after a sex-change, you could actually want sex with a man. Now that isn't necessarily going to be the case, but I've seen it happen quite often." Tony was beside himself. He wanted to save his family but could not give up his manhood. "I... I still don't think I could do it," Tony gasped as he lost all color. "How many couples do you know who did this,". She finally pulled away, gently pushing me so that I was laying on my back. She climbed off of me, standing at the edge of the bed. She leaned over me and I lifted my hips so she could pull my panties down. She scooted me down a little so that my ass was right on the edge of the bed, then she got on her knees. She smiled at me as she spread my legs, then she looked down to admire me. I felt my skin grow hot as she stared. She bit her lip and I closed my eyes, unable to take her gaze. . Men who you knew would ravage you afterwards without any thought for your pain, only their pleasure. Imagine it Margaret. See them in your mind, illuminated by the smoky, flickering light of oil lamps and candles. Vague shapes in the near darkness. See this birch I made. Twigs are still wet from the rain. It’s not very neat I know but I only just went down the garden to cut the osiers. Six of them Margaret. Six lines of fire across your arse with each stroke. Imagine it Margaret. Imagine the.