It's not easy to chat with the loud music being played but even if itwasn't the chat is always just idle and nothing more than the usualtrivia.When I ...inally get off to sleep it's nearer three am than two and I thinkabout him lying next to me. He seems to like me this way but what hedoesn't know wont hurt him.I wonder what he would think if he really knew the real me and that I'mstuck in this female body and wish it were otherwise. I use hisdomination of me to gain some kind of sexual. Trace’s pussy was so tight on my cock it would not be long before she had my juices flowing and fucking someone’s wife while he watched and joined in was a bit of a turn on as well.She gasped on every thrust and her breathing was increasing to a pant, I think she is going to come. Now fucking her faster the bed creaked and her tits wobbled out of control“Yes fuck me”My rod kept filling her pussy faster and faster, her hands were holding her tits together and my crotch was rubbing against her. Trump.“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in ... So, Mr. President, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened to you!” I chuckled at The Donald, who was in full demonic form.“No, it’s pretty obvious what happened to me, I think. You stole my fucking soul. Snatched it from me, using Kim here as bait. So what now? I’m a demon? I can expect what to happen to me? Eternal damnation, torment, that kind of thing? Am I still President? Am I dead now?” Trump shifted back and forth. It all started when I was in ninth grade - the age of getting into everything just because of curiosity. There was this boy - Mike - in my class, who was extremely cute, a bit shy and whose body I had desperately wanted to see, touch and feel. Of course, I always hoped that someone wanted to do just that to me but again, I was not that cute and I felt that nobody would love me even if I were a girl. So what I wanted then was to try and seduce Mike, to fulfil my boy-love desire.That was the last.