Now it is my turn to dress and ready my self for our nights adventure of call girl. Short black dress, sparkling no panties ,stockings,big silver hoop...d earrings,heels,now my make up dark ,do my hair wild,now for the finishing touch red lips. Ready to head down to the casino as I am walking get lots of looks see my dressis tight showing my bubble but,arriving at the gaming floor find a machine to play as I sit and begin the gentleman behind me I hear them whisper I think she is a hooker they. “Whose pussy is this?” Mr. Carter asks forcefully. Without a thought, I give a muffled response through my panties. “Whose pussy is this?” he repeats again before spanking my bottom. I moan out louder, unable to give him a proper response. “I’d say you need a reminder," he growls, and lines up his cock right to my pussy before slamming into me. Instantly, my pussy contracts around him before convulsing around him in pleasure. My back arches and my muscles contract desperately around him as. Now it was only two. It had continued to shrivel and shrink as his breasts grew fuller by the day. Blossom Industries powerful treatments were on the cutting edge of forced transitioning. “Rehabilitation” as they called it.John knew better than to keep his Mistress waiting. He flushed, zipped himself up, turned out the light and exited the bathroom. He made his way to the living room knowing just where she'd be. It was the same place she sat almost every day after returning from her duties.Sure. ‘Uhhhgod! That’s it…right like that’! I felt his legs tense under me, his ass lifted right off the seat of the car. ‘You little cock sucker you’ he chuckled. My heart raced at the words. What the hell was happening to me? Why did that effect me, and how in the hell was I going to keep up at this pace? ‘Suck it….MM….fuck!’ He was getting closer. His breathing changed in an instant a deep ragged rhythm. ‘Oh…damn..not yet’ he growled, pulling himself from my mouth. ‘Not yet’ he shook his.