“100 pounds for a hand job”, I retorted in disbelief”.She stood nodding, “A pretty little filly like you, could charge double”, but I laughe... it off, then heard my name called by the house chef, “Got to go, need to hurry Lucy”, and at that I went out and retrieved to trolley and pushed it into the elevator and up to the first floor.It was just a two minute ride and a two more minutes to the room with the number 12 in brass numerals, and by the time I was there, I could feel a rise of uneasiness. After about 7 years, we moved back to New York when Chas got a shot at a principal role in a new hedge fund. This is where my story really begins to take shape. What I’m about to describe is way too close to the stereotype that many people hold about high-flying Wall Street tycoons. I never believed it myself. Actually, never really thought about it but if I had, I wouldn’t have believed I could have gotten sucked in to the life that became my life. To be clear, we became part of the new-rich,. Pulling that finger out, he places it within my mouth. "Ummm", is all I could say. Then he really dove into his steaming hot pussy. Tongue fucking me along with his licking and sucking, he was driving me crazy.I freely gave all of me to this man and he is taking it on our table. Hearing him groan as he take care of my wetness. He then stands and says, "You know you need some meat in your diet!" His voice deep yet soft. Then I hear, "Take all of my dick, my slut. Take it all!" Wow. This is why. "What's wrong?" I asked. My voice was definitelyhigher.Nikki stood there holding back tears, "I'm so sorry,but this may be my fault," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. How could this be herfault?"I need to call someone. I'll be right back," shesaid. Nikki then ran into her bedroom and picked upthe phone and frantically dialed a number.I stayed in the bathroom and studied the changes inmy body. I was still a man, but I was definitelychanging. I wasn't sure but I felt shorter! I walkedout to.