" She slowly moved her head forward and lightly kissed the tip of my cock. As she moved back away from it, she licked her lips and tasted something sa...ty on them. I now was pushing on the back of her head and she again moved forward, again kissing the head of it, all the while stroking it with her hand. "God, baby, yes. Oh, God," escaped my lips. "This isn't bad," She thought to herself. In fact, she was enjoying it, it made her feel older than her twenty five years to have a guy responding so. Seven. Yeah ... her ... that Seven ... the predictor of my condition ... grinned and opened her mouth.“Shut it! Wretch!” I said. She opened up again. “Don’t say it.”Seven and her minions disincorporated. Slightly disgusting ... I’m more at ease than I used to be. I only gagged once ... probably because I wasn’t ready. The Powers that Be don’t give a warning ... they’re just ... there.The refit was slow. It was like the newly found regime was experimenting ... freedom takes a bit of getting used. That was the first time I dressed like a sissy and I loved it. I put on black panties, a black bra and a pink dress and rushed into the next room. He was laying on the bed completely named. I jumped on him and asked him if he likes the dress, before he could answer I laid on his side and started nibbling his ear while my right hand was holding his rock hard dick. I start kissing him and I loved those kisses. I pulled away, and started kissing his neck, slowly going down to his chest, then his. “Or having them butt-fuck me while you sodomize them!” Casey winked at me now.“There’s something that I should confess to you, though. There’s a perfectly valid reason not to send the tapes, other than it giving your ex more power. Notice that I said ‘your ex.’ We didn’t so much lie as fib about details. George exists, but he’s not my ex-husband. He’s my brother, but yes, I’ve fucked him. Plenty of times. Until, yes, he joined a cult, but it wasn’t the Moonies. It was the Jehovah’s Witnesses..