There was nothing she loved more than helping other women understand this.So when she found the group of pretty young wives running a "Christian praye... and discussion group" in her neighbourhood, she couldn't help herself. She immediately joined, and began offering to host meetings.Being host gave her privileges, particularly the privilege of slipping drugs in the women's drinks to make them a little more suggestible, a little stupider, and a little more wet-cunted. They were a little addictive. “Come here and kneel.” I do as he tells me, maintaining eye contact with him. “I want you to give me pleasure with your mouth, but you must keep my cock hard for at least half an hour and in that time I must not come.” Now his tone becomes stern,“Do you understand me slave?” “I do.” He seems satisfied with this and settles back in the ebony chair. I grasp his cock in my hand, ensuring that I pull his foreskin back gently. I notice that it is pierced by a bar of gold with finials of rare. "The humorous chatter drove away the uncomfortable embarrassed air thathad hung between then since Zim had announced that the solution to hertransgendered situation was for him to become her opposite!Keeping the conversation mostly on the history of route, andoccasionally suggesting possible improvements for his 'feminine image'Zim kept the conversation going through out the day. Little by littleshe chipped away at his masculine insecurities, and it gave her a giddybuzz of pleasure when Rob. So I stop, slowly pull out, pulling on the belt so that you face me, I tell you to slide my dick between your tits like the whore you are and you do.. Pushing my cock between your breasts you start to feel me slip up and down your chest, pushing your tits closer together as you pinch your nipples between your fingers, I push you down on the bed and fuck your chest harder, I slide a finger in your mouth and make you suck on them whilst my other hand reaches behind me and slides down your stomach.