The huge plastic strap-on cock that she was wearing – which I didn’t recognise, it wasn’t one of mine, it looked far larger, nastier and meaner ...han the ones I use – slid heavily over my pelvis, scraped down my pubic slit, and thudded ominously onto the mattress, just an inch from my trembling vagina and pointed straight at its puckered pink opening like a huge battering ram. A surge of fear at what this implied enabled me to grasp for a shred of my former authority, and I began to. It had been an exhausting night, for us both.“Hi,” Angie called. The girl seemed to becoming a permanent feature in our house. Mike was behind her, pouring coffee. “Wow, you two look so slutty,” Mike said. “Wait right there, I’ll get my camera!”“Mike, no, not now, I’m…………” But he wasn’t listening.We had to walk up the driveway again, as he snapped away, the neighbours watched, storing their poison up, no doubt. Click, click, click. I felt so underdressed, the mini skirt too short, and then. I was introduced to Francine's friend Jane, who, althoughdressed convincingly as a woman, clearly had a thing for the other transwomen there. She made her interest in me very obvious and even asked medirectly if I still had functioning cock and balls. It took a while totalk her down to where we could discuss Francine. She told me that shehad been worried about Francine's increased promiscuity. She wasconvinced that Francine had been taking on punters and had at least onelined up on the night. She explained that they had an important matter to discuss with him and that they needed to know about a change in the machinery in the third phase of the construction.Jim went to Rolf's office at noon. Ann and Rolf were already sitting at the conference table and he saw that the lunch had already been delivered.Ann turned as he walked in, "We always have whatever the special of the day is in the cafeteria and I ordered the same for you. I hope that's Ok."He assured her that it was and sat.