”“I know,” Andy said. “I believe you,” he chuckled. “It must have been almost non-contact sex.”“Depends on what you call contact, ther... was plenty of penetration. Do you have a plan for today?”“First thing is breakfast. I’ve made pancakes. Now you’re awake, I’ll risk the coffee machine. Apart from the physical, are you feeling okay about yesterday?”“Mistress tempted her along, made her consent on film. Candy wanted it, maybe she shouldn’t have, maybe she hesitated, but she did it. That mojo is. The act was consensual, to be sure, but had been carried out so vigorously, so *implacably,* that he felt totally out of control of the situation. He kept his nine a.m. appointment with Justine Kane, had been stunned by the sight of her feminized charges behaving themselves like sissies, far cries from the unruly malevolent creatures in the monitor a week before, and sat with her to discuss ways to accomplish what he had in mind. Her razor-keen mind grasped his intent almost immediately. She. He then slowly opened my zipper and pulled down my trousers and then pulled down my inner wear. My cock got erect and he caught hold of it. He first slid his fingers around my cock and stopped at my cock head. He then put his finger on top of my pee hole and started massaging around it gently. Oh! I was in heaven!He slowly started stroking my cock. All this while, his left hands were caressing my balls.By the way, about me, I am 20 years old with an 8-inch pink mushroom headed cut-cock. And. He walked around the car and got in the driver's side. Turning to me he slowly took off his glasses and looked me up and down, his eyes resting on my amply displayed cleavage way too long for my comfort. "Is something wrong?" I asked him nervously. "No," he finally replied, "nothing wrong at all. I'm just a bit amazed. You look exactly like her." "So I've been told," I said dryly. He shook his head. "Truly amazing. You even act like her, right down to the weird little way you flip your skirt.