I got maybe two and a half hours outof that sample of the drink." He frowned, tilting his head at hisreflection in the mirror. "I don't look that diff...rent, do I?" He liftedhis left arm up and flexed it. "I guess it was always kind of ridiculousto expect that a weird body transforming beverage would somehow allow meto add muscle mass or-"He froze, staring at his arm as he flexed it.He had BICEPS.They were small. Girly, even, but there was muscle definition to his armthat there hadn't been. You make sure she's clean and dry, then let her withdraw from you. Youlook up at the pair, well content. The mistress says, 'You look happy. Do you like Shirra? Of course. Ithink I'll keep you. It's not too late to add a few things to your body too.I'll have a pair of she-males. You'ld like that, wouldn't you?' You nod.'Of course. Now, let's get rid of that hard-on of yours. Shirra, kneel.'She unfastens your wrist-cuffs from your corsette and from each other. Shecommands you to. The fingertips of his right hand have been tracing circles across my tummy but have been working lower and lower for some time. Now, he is playing in the hairs just above my dripping pussy. “You haven’t shaved recently.” I hear his voice for the first time. “I miss your smoothness.”I can barely hold back my tears. “I didn’t think you were coming back. I thought you were gone. I didn’t see a reason to…” I can’t finish my sentence, and instead suck in an enormous, gasping breath, for at that. Would you like to eat my fresh pussy you filthy old man?" Slipping and sliding about she manages to get her knees on either side of his head and present her enflamed sex dotted with pearlescent drops of coital lubricant, hot, dripping, baby-bottom smooth, soft and naked.She lowers herself onto his awaiting open mouth and extended tongue, surrogate and herald for his now distended and rigid manhood that drools with excitement. She gasps at the first touch of his labial lingual kiss, her labia.