A single one of her fingernails stroked me from balls to the damp tip of my straining erection. ?Do you want me to show you how it works? How we train...and force compliance? How the victims are defiled and degraded for the subtle but painful wishes of out degenerate clients? How the torture and suffering of those we force bring pleasure as the slave is violated and punished for uncommitted crimes? Does this excite you? This power to extinguish and maim, rape and ruin???Yes.? I whispered as the. About.... Woman....things......I am.....rocketing......toward .......womanhood...!" I am having trouble thinking through the sexual tension my pussy is putting me through.The clock says - 8:39AM - I get the sweat shirt on and thank God nothing happens. I have to get help. I look in the mirror. My face is feminine, my upper body is feminine but hard to size because of the sweatshirt and no tits. I have no hips, but you can tell I have a pussy. The pants are tight around the legs and you can tell. Just as my best friend is rattling, you two are pleasing us with your dicks, isn't that obvious?" You're mean though." Trust me; you'll learn to love it about both of us, Joe. Try dating us for a few months, and then we'll find out what you have to say about us," Keisha theorized, turning around and getting down on her knees. "Get your dicks soaked with our saliva and pussy juice, for a while first," she recommended, before taking Joe's dick into her mouth."We will trust me, Keisha," Joe. I often found myself involuntarily staring at her chest when talking to her during the course of the day. She was probably about 20lbs overweight, mostly in her ass and thighs which was even more enticing to an ass and leg man like myself.Helen, my wife, turned to talk to her other office assistant, Linda, when Amy turned to me and winked and walked a couple of feet over to her desk. I watched with a bit of confusion as she bent over the desk and wiggled her ass seductively at me. I’m pretty.