And on the heels of that realization, I had another.I was gonna be a girl in seven days.Oh shit...5.No. No. No. No. No. No. "I don't..." I started.She...finished for me. "Believe me? No, I imagine your human brain isstill struggling to comprehend me. It's not uncommon, after all." Shewaved her hand and the table was suddenly a bowl of fruit on the floor.I shot up from my chair and nearly broke something as I tripped over iton my way to the door. "Not so fast, Amanda," she said. When my. He body anyway. I ran a pale skinned hand through my redhair, seeing it rise and fall in the mirror to the sides of my palefreckled face. I reached up and cupped my perfect almost gravity defyingbreasts, holding them in my hands, lifting them slightly. I released myhand from my right breast, watching it fall slightly in the mirror andlooked down and I moved my hand toward my crotch. No cock there. Only aslightly used, still slightly damp cunt. I probed the folds with myfingers. God what a. ”“Yes Miss.” As soon as the words left my mouth I felt a hand on my cock begin to stroke and she lowered onto my mouth. She was grinding on my face and, as I lapped at her pussy, she would edge forward and I would then be presented with her ass and I would obediently lick at it; then again her pussy was pressed onto my lips. I licked and sucked on her wet folds, feeling her juices coat my face and beard. All this time my cock was being stroked. He was getting faster and faster, though, and soon. " "Will you be my dirty bitch?" "Oh wow... I'd do anything for you." With that one sentence, he ripped my tank top open, literally. He grabbed at my cleavage and tore it down the front, exposing my sports bra. He slid it off my shoulders and forcefully took my bra off. He started sucking and bitting my tits, nibbling at the sides of my boobs near my arm pits sending shivers down my spine. I started to lift off his wife beater and he grabbed the sides and raised it up. His chest had short dark.