At that, she slipped him in her mouth. He wasn't nearly hard but he was still plenty in her mouth. He slid to the side and spread his legs. She looked...up and made eye contact. She loved the smile on his face. He was enjoying himself. She worked at his cock with her mouth and hands. She had perfected her technique over the years and was quite proud of herself. She handled his balls gently and licked them as well. Occasionally she stopped and stroked him. He was hard now and she had him under her. She can feel the threat of silver tears sting in stormy Thassian blue eyes that fall beneath the gaze of those that watch. The slaver’s voice quickly fading from her consciousness as she hears only the beating of her heart and the desperate cries within to be loved and cherished as only a true slave can be to one that brings her forever to trembling knees. As the music swells in the crowds of those that surround the block, her trained dancer’s form begins to move even as one lone tear slips. Orgasm denial was taking a toll on him because it was month five when he began to beg for release, to practice his newly learned deep-throating skills on a real cock. He endured the discomfort of saline injections to increase his bust size and he marveled at the way his new, full tits looked in his lacy bras, bustiers, and corsets. He especially loved when I would apply nipple clamps and twist and pull his nipples while calling him a filthy white whore. Previously a work-a-holic, wearing men's. How would I do that? I was worried that if my secret came out it would cause a lot of embarrassment for the whole family; I was so confused knowing that what I really wanted was out of bounds.I was her big brother and for all intents and purposes she looked up to me, would she still feel the same if she knew my secret desires, I somehow doubted it and it was far too big a risk to take.I even got to the point that I would wear her panties out under my normal clothes, the feelings it gave me.