I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again became soft. "I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So, we will make him cum. We just can't ha...e him cumming before I do." Again, she giggled. This time, she didn't use oral sex to tease me. She got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them. With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full. His speed increases and her body responds, jerking back before her hips thrust up and forwards, head tilting back and eyes closed in absolute pleasure. He holds her with both hands to still her writhing body. I realise with a shock that I have just watched a man bring a woman to orgasm on my train. The thought of it arouses me further and my erection is almost painful in my pants as I realise I want to take my turn and fuck this woman.After a brief pause, he brings her legs gently down and. Dressing somewhat casually in jeans, I chose a top which would display my breasts appropriately for the evening. Incidentally, the top was a bodysuit, joined with snappers between my legs meaning I required no panties tonight… I had been asked to insert a remote controlled love egg into my pussy for the night, the remote to be held by my lover, so he could watch me orgasm across the table… We sat down for dinner and I felt the buzz of the egg inside my pussy. I could feel myself grinding as I. Atthe back of my mind I still kept questioning why I was doing this. Itold myself that it was not for long. My college would be fully paid forjust by being female for a few months. A few months. That was a lie. Itwas more like two years. Could I, Brett, ever recover from thisexperience? My everyday wear was now frilly satin lingerie, short miniskirts and tight blouses displaying my very ample cleavage. I had gottenused to wearing tight fitting thongs, platforms bra's and the highest ofhigh.