"I guess," he reluctantly accepted."Just a faggot for my big black cock?" I pushed."Yes," he admitted, staring at my cock. He was transfixed by my coc..., his transformation from popular school leader to white cocksucker faggot about to occur."Just so you understand, as soon as your faggot lips wrap around my cock you become my personal faggot." W-w-what?" he stammered, looking up from his submissive position."The first taste was free, the second one makes you my faggot, my personal cocksucker.". I just giggled back at him, but Laurie took the charade a little further."Russia!" she corrected him, as I could barely hold back my laughter. "Dis is my friend Natasha, and I am Ludmila." Nice to meet you ladies. I'm Bruce." He politely played along, and bought us a couple more vodka lemonades. "I've seen you two before, but had no idea you weren't American. What brings you to Iowa?"I was ready to fess up and tell him we were both life long residents of Dubuque, but Laurie kept going with her. So hehad decided to move abroad, to a country where he could live his sexualitymore freely. But somehow, he would always keep a tender memory of hisfirst chubby and their night of passion.In the two months after I got my transition clitoris, Mustapha played hisrole as my master with great conviction, but also with a lot of tendernessand affection. His power was not to be questioned. I had to submit, serveand obey. As a woman, I had felt a strong drive and obligation tosurrender to this force.. It's probably not her. I'll try it later though, because it might be." Did she have any friends that she might keep in touch with?" I immediately thought of Brenda, and went right back into the kitchen. I found four listings for Cabot, Brenda's last name, and one of them was at her address. I called the number and got Brenda's mom. She told me that Brenda had gotten married and moved to Chicago with her husband. She gave me Brenda's phone number after I told her that I had known Brenda in high.