He released me once he knew I had swallowed. He then pulled out and kissed me. “Call me Faz.” He said. I looked at him, licking my lips slowly. �...Kim” I said. He then left and joined the others. That gave me time to inspect my pussy. I was shocked, as I scooped wad after wad of cum from my well used pussy. There was way too much cum inside me, to be from one guy, plus it look we used too. They must have been fucking me bareback for some time. As a dirty slut I can be, I kept eating cum from my. We had spent the day downtown, exploring the shops and generally enjoying each other's company. We never seemed to run out of topics of conversation. Kayla was incredibly well informed, and I felt like a student as she caught me up on politics, lifestyle changes, fashion, and of course, motorcycles.We spent over an hour at a downtown Harley dealer, trying to decide if I wanted one, and if so, which one. It was fun. I thought it could wait until I was settled in Vancouver, but window shopping. And most of all, I wished I hadn't destroyed those photos.That's right. I had burned them months ago, that afternoon beforeDorothy took me on our first "date" and ended up enslaving me andtrapping me in this feminine body. I had burned them because that wasthe one sure way of guaranteeing that Dorothy could never be sure whathad happened to them. And it had worked too well. Now I could neitherproduce the photos nor convince my captresses that they were gone. I was stuck. Stuck in the body that. .. smaller than mine..." Hey, that tickles, you know..."Doris laughed. "Sorry... small and sensitive nipples... hard stomach... my, my... you are a strong man... your skin is so soft, yet your muscles are so hard underneath." Thanks," beamed Hammer."Pants off!" demanded Doris as she began to tug at his belt."Ok, but I have to stand up..."Doris heard the tinkle of a belt buckle, a zipper in motion, and then a shuffle of fabric. She reached out and found Hammer's waist. Without thinking, she.