That is the last thing I totally remember.The sun starts to rise and I wake up in the playroom near the corner table. My watch says 5:05. I see Tom an... the black guy in the room but no one else. All three of us are naked. It is very quiet. The room smells of alcohol and sweat – like a bad gym locker. I see used condoms and toys s**ttered around the room. I sit up knowing I need to clean myself up and find my clothes. I go down the hallway and see no one. I open the first door looking for the. There she said now in a few minutes your breasts will permanently produce milk. Then she took the third syringe and pulling her clit out she pushed the syringe into her clit she screamed as her entire groin burst into flaming burning agony. She passed out and when she regained consciousness she heard her torturer snicker and explain that not only would she constantly permanently produce milk she would also be constantly and permanently horny. Only finding telief for four hours after being. He did find this a little disturbing, having always considered himself solidly heterosexual, and wondering how he could find himself so excited by the authors fantasies of becoming female, but his manhood demanded release and he decided to take a break and take the matter in hand, so to speak.A bare ten minutes later he was finished and feeling much more relaxed. The thoughts of what he had found were still strong in his mind, and he knew that he would be paying the site another visit before. Her smile was wide and inviting and her laugh was genuine as I searched for something less than stupid to say!The door to the little sports car opened and she stepped out. Now I have reached an age where I no longer see the value of filtering what I say or do. So when I saw this petite little thing standing up with her skimpy little red shorts and white piping mere inches from my face and a pair of firm young breasts with hard nipples straining the material of her shirt, the only thing that.