I am going to make you fucking cum. Hard. My fingers rub all along your dripping wet pussy from the bottom to the top. My fingers are already soaking ...et but I want to taste. For a second, I pull my fingers away. I look right at you and put my fingers in my mouth. Savouring the taste of your sweet fucking pussy… My fingers go back up your skirt, your pussy is even wetter than it was a minute ago…. I feel your clit sticking up, stiff and wet. Slick with your cum… My fingers rub tiny circles. .. NOW!" Yes Mistress... yours now and forever. I swear." His voice seemed not his own and he held his throat.She giggled, "Don't worry about your voice, it's going to get more and more fem as the weeks go by. A small concoction a friend whipped up for me. It won't harm you, but will befit your station as my slave and lover; I want you to always remember who you are. Do you understand?" Yes Mistress." Was all he could squeeze out as the fear crept back, and he struggled to push it back. The tension between us was what you could call thick. Becky had a plain face and was about 5’3”, with shoulder length brown hair. Thin, but had that soft, curvy, sort of build that a girl that has never worked out a day in her life has. She had a decent set of B cups and a plump little butt.It just never seemed to work out betweens us, it was clear we both wanted to fuck but the cards were just never right. She had a boyfriend or I had a girlfriend. Many close calls of being just inches and. Tim peaked out the side of his eye and noticed that there wasn’t a bugle and it was like that he wasn’t even watching the same hot sexy thing go on in front of them. Jessica was now between Tim’s wife’s legs licking and sucking on her pussy and it was so hot that he was now stroking his cock right next to another guy. This was the scene for the next ten to minutes till Tim getting so horny that he stood to join in on the fun but Jon put his arm out to hold him back. “You have to be invited” was.