Whatever I want – blowjobs, handjobs, fucking – anytime throughout the day. Every day. In return, you’ll get almost three times the going salary...for a receptionist, a very generous benefits package, and an easy-going work environment with relatively little stress.” Then with a shit-eating grin he said, “You could do much worse.”“B-B-But I’m married”, I finally spit out.“I understand,” he said. “Barb originally said the same thing several years ago. So did the receptionist I had for six years. She was, she had finally decided, in full control of her mind and body, although her primary brain functions were totally absorbed by the feminization inherent in the gas. Her body language, gestures, walk, speech patterns, and social orientation had become naturally female. At the secondary level Inga thought that she retained all of her old memories and skills, and actually imagined that she was beginning to see delicious new possibilities for her womanhood. In fact, she was no longer. “Don’t fight your curiosity, Shrey! Go on!” he said as he unzipped his shorts. The manly musk of a sweaty crotch hit my face.I could make out the outline of his monster cock and huge balls beneath his Jockey briefs. I stared at his crotch paralyzed. A million thoughts crossed my head. Was I gay? Why didn’t I stand up and storm off? Zafar stood up and shed his vest to reveal a toned body glistening with sweat.My mouth watered. But why on earth did I feel that way? He removed his shorts, and now. It was messy. He came in my mouth in one big spurt. It was a huge load. I must have looked like such a mess as I lay back. I had a raging erection, I was sweaty, I had cum and saliva dribbling down my chin and across my chest.He stood over me stroking his cock. "That was amazing" he whispered. I was gasping after the savagery of the moment. "Any time" I smiled and grunted.He lay down beside me on a bunk that was becoming wet as his cream and my sweat mingled and drained onto it. Our.