Paul followed me in and sat on the bed while I looked through the clothes to decide what to wear for the night. He complimented me on my wardrobe and ...hen asked if he could try on one of my tops! He is about my size so I said that he could of course. He tried on lots of tops first until he found one which suited him. I told him how well he looked and jokingly asked if he wanted a bust to go with it! He blushed and told me that he'd wanted to dress up for ages but his ex didn't want him to. I. What I soon found what that her entrance was more sensitive than her g-spot. While her g-spot gave her a second-long orgasm each time my dick head hit it, pulling my dick out of her and pushing my dick head back into her made her cum the hardest. She wasn’t pleased whenever she squirmed, and my dick shoved a few inches up her ass. Her hand was always between her legs with a washcloth for me to fuck a few times to clean my dick off before going back in her pussy.If it were a deadly sin to cum. A woman takes more time and finesse, so if I can bring a woman to orgasm in a relatively short time I figure I’ve done a good job. Hence the feeling of accomplishment. Feeling Anna climax only added to my own rising passions and I thrust harder at the tender sucking mouth below me. Rebecca began kneading at my ball sack, her tongue swirling furiously around my cock as my hips rammed like a piston into her face. I didn’t want to cum, not yet. I wanted to save it, wanted to shove my pole into. His scrotum had also shrunk, to the size of a walnut. He was still capable of getting an erection and achieving orgasm--one had to be a fully functioning biological male to qualify for submissive marriage--but it took a real effort.The Old Mother thought it was time."Johanna," she said to him one morning. "Yes, Mistress."He was sitting at the table, applying some fancy stitchery to one of his ball gowns. The Old Mother had taught him to be useful. He could sew, embroider, knit and make.