And Iremembered how wonderful it felt when he filled my ass with sperm as Ifilled the panties I was wearing. I remembered the pain too but it didn'tse...m that bad.It didn't take me long before I started imagining myself as the T-girl inthe movies. I imagined I was the one who was sucking off the stud or theone on her knees having my bottom filled with his big cock. More than afew times I would stroke myself off thinking about being one of those T-girls.It was about three weeks after I became a. "Well..." I stammered as I thought of how best to put it, "...well, it ain't the job ya see, Miss Lucy...it's just..." I sighed heavily and blurted out, "It's just that some of the blokes see...they's windin' me up like an' I'm sick of it..." then I tells 'er the story. She gulped at 'er beer an' soon she had finished 'er second pint an' was startin' on 'er third! All the time, she had this look of amazement on her face and she gasped when I told 'er about me cock! "So, let me get this. Geddon steadied his breathing, getting ready for the tiger cock to re-enter him all the way, and the tiger pushed slowly in again. The wolf moaned in pleasure, and pushed back to help the tiger go in deeper. The tiger kissed his slave. "Mmmmm... what a greedy little slave you are." Geddon returned Damien's kiss as he wrapped his legs partway around the tiger's waist. "Forgive me Master, but I really like your cock like this. And I couldn't help myself." He giggled softly. Damien reached over to. He laughed gently "You will Princess, you will"."Bye for now slut" Goodbye Master".He had also made me exhibit my body in various poses via web cam, telling me to fetch various objects to masturbate with. he had also set me various tasks, like making myself cum in the ladies toilets of my local supermarket, or in the car whilst in a crowded car park. After the many hours we had spent talking we knew each other quite well and he had an ability to get inside my head, to read my mind it seemed at.