Dropped my coins, dropped my pants and started stroking. Sure enough, a finger came through the hole...I was so nervous I could hardly stand up and wa... shaking. I finally slid my dick into the dark hole and it was welcomed by one of the most talented mouths I've encountered. I knew it was most likely a man but I was so good...and so dirty...that I didn't care. But that's not what I came back for. I pulled my cock back reluctantly and dropped to my knees. My neighbor pushed through a long,. ?His now erect penis shot its load in his new panties, before shrinkinginto oblivion. A clit took its place, his balls retracted and his sackswere reshaped into pussy lips.She explored the new opening with her own hand and marvelled at themystery of it all. She felt so soft, so small and vulnerable, but yet soutterly desirable.?"Ohmigawd!" she said. "I feel so sexy. I feel so beautiful. Ooooooo! Iam 100 percent woman now, and I need to serve."At the back of his mind, her old self raised his. He kissed her roughly, a harsh growl building in his throat. “Harder, more, God, I love you. I love you,” he said, voice low and hushed, desperate for the coming climax, and their thrusts grew sloppy and she knew she’d never felt anything more beautiful beneath her palms.He filled her one final time, and she took him deeper still, when the fire engulfed them both. Quivering in relief, she rode him through her pleasure, the fluttering of her walls sparking his own release.Finally, they lay. "With that, see-through blouse girl number two bowed and indicated Owen should go first, which he did. In the elevator, or "lift" as the Brits called it, Owen and the Vanda twin encountered a short-haired, black female executive with a white male slave. The boy was at least six foot three, and all muscle. He had longish, dark hair, was bare-chested, and was decorated with nipple rings, and a tatoo on his left shoulder that said "Fuck boy". He wore only a thong speedo which covered his.