..and licking the sides...and cupping his balls in my hands...my buttons now had come undone on my dress and my tits were half hanging out my bra...I ...anted his all....I popped one ball sac into my mouth and sucked so hard that he moaned and grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth...his ball sacs were full...swollen...and I pushed my fingers into his arse hole...massaging his prostrate...feeling him twinge...and his leg muscle on the side of my face tense up...I knew that he was close. "Your hair ribbonand shoes will be pink, just like your dress. Your socks will be white sothat they stand out, but the lace collar on them will be pink."It felt so nice to be a girl; everything felt so silky, my panties,petticoat, and even my socks felt silky on my feet. I just had toconvince Mommy and daddy to let me be a girl after this month was over; Icouldn't imagine going back to wearing dull, scratchy, boy's clothes everagain. I'd promise to be a good girl; they'd never have to worry. I gave his hair a pull too."That remark earns you a spanking cheeky slave." Oh no sir. Please not that. Please finish me off first," I pleaded but already he was sitting up and pulling me over his lap. Probably if I'd struggled a bit more forcibly he would have stopped but I went along with it and only made a feeble protest. Soon I was lying across his body with his prick under my stomach, his left arm pressed my back down and 'Smack!' his right hand hit my arse hard! Harder than I expected. I. She came into my office with a big shit-eating grin on her face. “Carl, can I get your autograph?” She dropped one on my desk, and I just stared!I figured we might have been part of a blurb, or maybe a boxed paragraph besides the article on private equity groups. Instead, my picture was on the cover, sitting on the edge of my desk, one foot on the floor and the other dangling, a smile on my face, wearing a good gray suit. The cover article was titled, ‘The New Face Of Venture Capital’. “Oh,.