"Welldone Cum Girl." "Thankyou Master.? Please may I cumMaster," panting. "Notyet Cum Girl." Masterputs two fingers into me.? Gentle, slowstrokes.? I ...rithe beneath him. "Holdit Cum Girl." Iam Master.? I'm holding it for you.? I can feel it.? It's there Master.? It needs release Master. Please let me cumMaster.? Please let me cum Master. "Cum,Cum Girl." Irelease, my orgasm floods me. "Welldone Cum Girl, shall we try again?" "YesMaster." Masterstarts to stroke his fingers into me.? Icount in my. However,knowing John the way I do, I know that he would never dosomething such as that. Trust me. Even though he mightenjoy short and even frequent stints as a girl, John likesbeing a man far too much to ever want to be a woman for anyextended period of time. "Oh! Now that I'm thinking about it, there'ssomething I neglected to tell your hubby concerning thisbusiness about his newfound ability to change himself intoan anatomical correct member of the fairer sex. "Look! While it will be nowhere. My fingertips gingerly stroke the underside of globe. Reverently. It feels as smooth and as warm and as firm and as silk-like as it looks.I swallow."See," I say, as if stroking the skin of the kid's bum, and blatantly cupping her buttock, is somehow relevant to how well or how badly the flimsy ensemble fits!Her head is turned, her eyes look over her shoulder. "I think this is underwear," she says, looking down at my hand on her naked buttocks and that pesky frown is back on her foxy little. His hands were traveling, testing the curves, brushing under my breasts. My summer dress was thin, he might as well of been caressing my bare skin. His thumbs were brave, brushing over my nipples. Well, they’d asked for it, I thought, showing off like they were doing right now for Matt. “Tell me now if you’re not interested,” he said. “Because I’m hoping to get a private show.” I stole a quick glance down. Yes, he was definitely sincere. Jeans don’t lie. Don’t ask me whose idea it was but.