I paused afterwards and i was like that kind of felt good i told him do it again and he did this time with tongue i felt my dick getting so hard it f...lt like it was going to explode the slowly worked his way down to my paints and started unzipping my paints he pulled them off and my underpaints he said lay back and let me do all the work. so i layed back laying on his bed fully nude. he pulled his shirt off and layed on top of me and the min i felt his warm lips touch my dick i tensed. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions last. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to think of himself as a female. He will be referred to as, "she," be given a female. I grinned, my plans swelling through me as the youth group, my wife, and my other two daughters moaned and gasped. Jessica squealed, cumming on Michelle's lapping mouth. My wife screamed out her rapture.I loved being a god.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~James Maxwell groaned, his twin daughters grinding their pussies on each other's thighs, dancing just like the God's twins had. He stroked his dick, not hard and fast, he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to give that to his daughters. They. Tomorrow night you are not Eric, you are Erica. Is that understood?" Yes," he answered, reluctantly.I left him and smirked, knowing that tomorrow I would be fucking his ass.*****I arrived half an hour late and was shocked by what I saw when the door opened. Eric ceased to exist and was replaced by the shockingly cute Erica. He wore a red dress, black stockings, blonde wig, made-up like a chick getting ready for a date.Once the door was closed, I ordered, "Erica, get on your knees and have your.