Michelle began to lave all over that succulent slab of purple prickmeat. Her tongue was nimble, sliding and slurping around the bulging contours, flic...ing against the tip, probing gently into his seeping pisshole. Pre-cum seeped onto her tastebuds, whetting her appetite. Her saliva drooled down his cockstalk as she slobbered heavily on the crown, her head turning from side to side as if pivoting on the end of his fuck-pole.Dick's ass tightened and shoved, stabbing his prick up into her face.. I quickly scanned the works of art and worked out the eldest work of art was the same age as I was. Also in the room were two others, a Male and Female and they were guards for the works of art. The works of art were ball-gagged either hanging or in some kind of BDSM device fixed to the wall; apart from the spare frame which was on the back of the door, this was plain apart from four straps to hold the subjects arms and legs apart and leave their full frontal body on display.In the room was a. Then she whispered to him to meet her out back where they kissed and made out together like a couple of teenagers. He'd have played with her bare breasts, groping and squeezing, maybe even undoing a couple of buttons or pulling her blouse out from her skirt and pushing it up, then feasting on them. Michelle would've loved that as sensitive as her nipples are, maybe even coming with his lips around her. She'd have unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down before turning and leaning against the. "But that's just it," she went on. "Can you tell which of those fourgirls is trans? I can't, maybe she changed her mind!"She did have a point. They all looked equally stunningly female."Maybe she couldn't get anyone she liked," I said. "It must be difficultto find the right people. There can't be that many trans modelsavailable!" That would be such a shame," she said "to open a salon for the transcommunity and to advertise it with pictures only of real girls." Hmmm," I said, "well there.