They both lasted about ten minutes before coming this time. Kapoor and Neeta fucked six times that night. After the fourth time, kapoor turned off the...light, and for the last two orgasms, I just listened, but this still brought me off.At 4:30 am, kapoor left for the hotel because he had an early flight out. Neeta put on a robe, and told me she gave him a goodbye kiss at the door, knowing the neighbors wouldn’t be awake at that hour. We waited until Saturday evening to have sex so Neeta could. You want to do this around two?" "Sure, two sounds fine. Just to be sure, all of this is going to be kept quiet, right?" "Of course, I'm married, I just like to get head from a stranger every once in a while." "That's fine by me, I guess I'm going to find out if i like to give head to a stranger every once in a while."He proceeded to give me instructions to his home, and after sitting around for a while, I went to meet him.I arrived at his house, and he was waiting at the door for me. He was. It had almost regenerated now, but there had been an annoying few times where I had difficulty. Even some simple things like opening jars, putting on my clothes, and tying shoelaces could prove problematic. Every day, my sprouting fingerlets gained more motion, but it was still very frustrating at times. I tried to count my blessings in that it wasn't permanent; some people had to live through worse problems than mine, problems that weren't going to self-repair like my hand.Now that the issue. Isabella must have noticed my hurt expression, because she consoled me by saying, "Don't you dare get mopey around me. I will give you a reason to cry and then beat the tears out of you. A good sissy is a happy sissy. That's rule number seven. Dammit, look at you making me skip ahead." I'm sorry, Mistress Isabella." I didn't dare talk back to her, even if I did think she was being needlessly cruel after all, she had me wrapped around her little finger when I was still technically a man, still.