Could feel some of the eyes focus on me, Cindy among them. On the other side of the hall, I saw the men also in the nude. My head nearly popped at the...massive sight of muscle and meat. Not to mention the sausage fest between their legs. Quite the buffet on display. Perhaps I'll sample a few of the delicacies before pissing on Martin's parade? Some kind techno fusion played from the speakers, making a few of the people tap to a certain beat. Colored lights beamed from the ceiling, and there was. " He's my current friend." I move away from her. I get nearly to the door."You didn't answer the question." Her voice is seduction.I stop, "I don't think I need to." So that's a 'no'?"I turn to look at her. Her head is hanging down. For all the power and appearance of the form, she looks lost. Alone. Scared. I find myself beside her. Lifting her chin. Kissing her.I pick her up without releasing her lips and fly to her room. No, really; I can do that. I stop in time to keep from breaking her. The feel of my cock sliding in and out of her tight mouth, amid all those slurpy sucking sounds. Suddenly, I convulsed, bending over, pulling her head to me, keeping my cock shoved in her mouth. My hips were jerking, my spasms unloading my white son’s cream in her throat.“Uggghhh, uggghhh, unnnggghhh.”Finally, I was still. Gradually, the tension in my hips, legs and arms relaxed, releasing her head, her mouth slipping off my sagging cock. It flopped down as soon as it passed her lips. Her head. Margaret quickly introduced me to a regime of strict training. First I learned to dress how she liked her femme to dress, and oddly I found that I very much liked it too, and quite apart from pleasing her I began to dress like that all the time. I discovered that the couture dresses and tailored suits she favoured looked fabulous on my figure. I could certainly afford them, and my delight in wearing her choices, and wearing them well, made us both happy. Beneath the tailored cloth, black lace,.