They are usually quitepleasant and some are fun to work with. We have had a few clients wherethe results are very convincing, when we have completed o...r work they looklike women and you would not suspect that they in fact men if you passedthem on the streets.As for the others, the ones sent to us. Well what happens it's not thatnice for them what so ever. Once we get our hands on them they alwayscease to be males in any meaningful way. Castration (mentally) is aminimum and in other cases it. I said before you leave here you will have an opportunity to try – a lot of girls like it.She said the taste has just about gone now – can we fuck again.I said which way this time.She said dog fashion.I said great I don’t mind that – She got into position and said don’t put in my ass will you.I said not unless you ask me.She said I wont. I did it once and it hurt like hell and I hated it when he came in there. That was back at college. Tom has never wanted to and I would if he asked but I don’t. The first time was natural. We'd been hanging out after we'd left the bars. It was our usual habit to watch mindless TV and zone out, center ourselves after the rush of dancing and drinking. One night was a little different. She had been slipping into a dry spell, sexually, for a few months. She didn't have the energy that felt like she'd burst from being too horny, instead, it was like it had just been too long and she wanted to change that. And I was how she decided to change that dry. My first visitor in the closet was a girl we call "Yess Bess". I recognized her voice. Now, Bess wasn't exactly fat, but I might go with "thick". She immediately dropped her skirt and underwear. I started kissing her tummy. I felt her hand on my head, pressing me lower. I finally figured out that "tummy kisses" meant "oral sex". Everyone except me seemed to know this already. So I licked her clit. She kissed me on the mouth and whispered "Thank you baby" when her time was up. I remember.