Yummy! For the hell of it I repeated with my other breast.I slowly, casually walked through the other rooms, not finding much kinky to do but still ge...ting off on just being naked. Well, except for the front room where the customers come. It has big windows, so I just stepped in and then quickly stepped out of it, just to be able to say I'd done it.Finally I got to the old two car garage, where the big walk in flower cooler took up one whole side. The other side had two big tables where we. Very good. But with you, it’s different. It’s better. It’s real love!” Tracey sighed. She kissed Buttercup full on the mouth and soon again they were writhing and caressing together in the discomfort of the grass and straw which composed their mattress, but however much she was sure her tongue was giving Buttercup pleasure, she somehow didn’t feel worthy of her lover. How could someone like her, someone who was used to being called a slut, whose cunt had taken in every prick it could, be worthy. I didn't want totry and force my wishes on you. It is plain to me now that youlove the idea of being a girl and I don't have the words to tellyou just how pleased I am. This is something I've wanted for yousince that first boy called you a sissy at school. I think Godmade a mistake, Sam. You should have been a girl all along. Andnow, we have the money. Do you remember last month when I had togo to court?" Yes, but I thought that had something to do with your work atthe hospital." I didn't want. Mmmm.. Ohhhhhh god. Yes yes yess.. Ohhhhh.”Then I stopped when I realized she was about to cum. I held her by her face, kissed her and slapped her right tit. She moaned. I slapped again and this time, she moaned louder.I whispered in her ear, “You love this, don’t you, my bitch?”. She stayed quiet. I slapped her tit and asked her again, “Would you like to be my bitch?”She said, “Yes, sir”. That’s all I wanted to hear. I opened her blindfold and cuffs.She laid back and allowed me to kiss her.