.." I muttered."No joke. And now you'll need to use them. Just a tampon at first, but on heavy days you may need multiple forms of protection." But ..... I don't understand," I cried. "Is this real blood?" Yes, it is your real blood. And you can expect the cramps, moodiness, and all the rest of it." But ... how is it possible?" I cried."Let's just say that this is a special feature of our service. Now, tell me honestly, don't you feel more like a real woman knowing that you'll have to live with. I stepped out of it and back into his arms. We kissed again as his hands found my ass and squeezed. Then he blew my mind by picking me up and carrying me up the stairs. He said that dinner would have to wait, he needed me now! I felt so feminine and submissive as he carried me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. He was on me in a second, kissing and biting my neck and ears and feeling my ass and little cock. I somehow got his belt undone and unzipped his pants. I fished his cock out and. The passport checker then nodded almost imperceptibly, took my passport when it was my turn, gave me a very curious look when he read the name and said:“Have a good flight, Sir.”Only engrained British reflex action allowed me to reply with a ‘Thank you’ rather than ‘Thank goodness’. Look at me: this was only London and I was already worried! Rationally speaking I knew that the worst thing that would have happened if the officer had detained me for using an obviously false name would be an hour. That's when it got too much for me. My whole body went rigid, couldn't breath, couldn't move, fingers clamped in my cunt. I gasped as soon as I could, my juices flooding around my hand. My pelvis thrusting uncontrollably with each spasm of my orgasm. I had never cum so hard or for so long.As a came down from my orgasm a looked once more at the screen.Pete, had shuffled forward on his knees towards the still slouched Jane. His cock was at the perfect height for her and the tip was already.