She moaned as she turned back to the screen, and my gaze was drawn again to the face of the girly boy who was getting the full length of Becky's cock.... He was panting and exclaiming in high-pitched tones as Becky found a rhythm and slammed her cock into him unmercifully, deep, even strokes that pushed high inside him. Squirming and clenching the bedsheets, he arched his back to allow her to plumb his deepest, hottest depths. I wondered how she felt at that moment – powerful, in full control of. A moment later he said, “Okay, let’s see the rest.” Nina let go of her top, not bothering to pull it back down, and flipped up the hem of the short skirt, holding it over her belly and exposing her shaved and tattooed mound. At a signal from one of his fingers Nina turned around and then felt his hands grabbing the cheeks of her rear and squeezing them firmly.Gregory moved beside Gretchen, still looking critically at Nina. “I have to say, Gretchen. I don’t know where you found her but she’s. I have found a training course for lazy husbands like youwith a company called "Maid to Change". As part of the training we needto change your name from Peter to something more suitable for a girl likeyou. I chose Mylene as a name for you. It sounds like a suitable namefor a French maid. If you attend the course and show real signs ofchanging maybe I will come back with the children." But what will I do for money? I can't go back to my job dressed likethis." I took care of that and sent a. Everything was silent."Mark!" This couldn't be happening. I dropped to my knees. There was so much blood, blossoming red across Mark's shirt. No, this couldn't be happening. I pushed my hands down on one of the blossoms, the blood warm and sticky. I had to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Mark!" I begged, looking down at his ashen face.His blue eyes found my face, his lips moved. He was trying to tell me something but only blood leaked out of his lips."Please, Mark!" I pleaded. "Help!.