"What are you doing?" the red head askedBut i didn't reply, i just slowly unlocked the door and opened it slightly "Hi" i said looking out at Mrs Jone..."Hi, are you going to be long?" she asked"Maybe, are you alone?" i replied"Yes" Mrs Jones replied"Good!" i said and then i opened the door fully and Mrs Jones could see i was half naked and my cock was fully hard and wet."Robbie!" she gasped before she quickly pushed me back into the bathroom, and then stepped in as well.As she closed the door. ‘Stupid-ass cocksucker, play your dick with no hands.’ ‘Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.’ I began to flex my dick-muscles up and down to ring the bell. It wasn’t something I had done a lot of, so it was difficult. ‘You look so stupid doing that. It’s great. Tell me you like doing this for me.’ Master smirked to me. ‘Oh Master. I am only happy when obeying you. I am so happy to be looking like a dumb fuck to amuse you. I will would do anything for you, my Master, my Lord, my Owner. I dream of. That’s how it went at least in till the 4th of July company party in the park… Joe and his two other business partners had reserved an area of Chandlers Park and had brought plenty food and alcohol to the party. Being only nineteen I arrived and began enjoying a grilled hot dog and introduced Bailey to Glen whom I had brought along. Me and Bailey complimented each other on our outfits, hers being a lively green party dress and me wearing a tight casual shoulder dress that extended a couple. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else, consuming too much cum in a short time would cause the consumer to go cock-blind or cum-drunk. Eventually, the consumer would succumb to being a bonded slave to whomever gave them their last cum shot or into a common slut for the community. This was, of course, just a rumor. No authority or government in the country bought into this absurd rumor to investigate it. Furthermore, most people chalked it up as a tourism tactic.