Every time I pull out of her, slide into her, and I will enter you. Deal?” I smiled at Madeira, who was very thrilled at this idea of a man-woman-fu...a threesome.My mind now found Madeira truly content to be a futa, as long as it was understood that she was also a woman. That was the duality of her, of course. Like all futas, she was still a woman, but with a delightful bonus. Futa were not the same as truly intersexed. They were a new, magical category, nothing more than that, only existing in. I sat down as he took out a pair of school girls white patterned knee socks, a pair of sheer white hold up stockings and a pair of satin panties. Martin told me the panties were extra special because they had a hole in the back. I looked at him and i understood. We were alone in the house and I got undressed in front of Martin. I took off my T shirt and jeans and trainers, followed by my boxer shorts and socks. As i stood naked in front of him he said "from now on, you are my little baby girl,. His menacing eyes feasted on her bared skin as he drew the silvery blade down the smooth plane of her stomach. The silk of her thong proved no more resistant to cold steel than the bra. Devoid of barriers, she shivered as he drew the blade softly up. The tip scraped roughly across her hard nipples. She knew he was an expert with any blade. Still she had no fear, well, not enough to stop her anyway. He brushed his lips across hers. She could smell the sweet aroma of the Cuban he had been. She had not moved in over an hour. Suddenly, she shifted her position. I stopped my massage, but left her feet in my lap. She surprised me by saying, “Don’t stop now. It feels good.” I was taken aback by this, causing me to hesitate while I digested what was going on. Maybe she was talking in her sleep, or not yet lucid from just waking up. She turned to me, looked my straight in the eyes and said, “Why did you stop just as it was getting good?” That’s all of the encouragement I needed to.