Joan kept looking forward but she moaned and whimpered when his rim rubbed past her G-spot. Spence just stroked, grunting at the bottom of each thrust... giving an extra bump before backing out. Joan leaned up higher and locked her elbows. The noises of the wind and bird calls competed with the noises of their coupling. Their volume rose as their heat built. Spence was panting, getting closer to his summit on the summit. Joan was breathing deeper. She sensed Spence’s impending eruption and. Oh, Mrs. Albertson, I'll erupt.”That only encouraged her. She stared up at me with those glassy, green eyes as her cheeks hollowed. She put her all into drawing out my cum. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering and my heart pounding. My hips shifted from side-to-side as the pleasure built and built in me. My pussy grew tighter.Her tongue fluttered over the tip.Her fingers buried into my cunt.I gasped at the sudden intrusion of her digits. They reached so deep into my juicy cunt. I rose up on my. It came with no base salary, but commissions were mine to keep. Mainly, it was a 'number's game', meaning, the more calls a person made, the better they would do. I made a million calls. I had bills to pay, my parents to pay back, and a transition to support. Nothing happens in the transgender world without money. Everything costs money. Hormones, make-up, clothes, it's an expensive proposition. I called and called and called, and I made some sales. Eventually I made enough to support myself.. I gasped again at this additional pain, but he merely repeated the procedure with the second clamp on my other nipple. This time the twist was in the opposite direction, but the result was the same. "How do you feel?" he asked me. I had to think about that for a moment. My nipples hurt, that was a given, but I felt wetter than ever and my clit was becoming more insistent about needing attention. "I think my body is confused," I finally answered. "They hurt, but I'm really horny too." He reached.