"My husband lay between my legs and his cock entered my cunt easily. It felt as if he was hardly touching the sides. I tightened my pussy muscles and ...queezed with all of my might and tried to hold onto his penis but everything was too slippery so I just let him fuck me the best he could. As he moved in and out I pushed my tits together and then pulled hard on my nipples. This sent me over the top once more and as my husband ejaculated I came with a tremendous force and could feel my own cum. This story follows poor Timmy's descentinto femininity along with his fellow men.Authors note.This story replaces the original Peter's Girl. It has been extended andrewritten in some parts. It is written in English as spoken in Britain.If you wish to take some of the themes and write a version that is morespecific to your country then feel free. Just mention your source ofinspiration. I apologies if there are any plagiarisms. I particularlyenjoy gender role reversal themes and I would encourage. Master walked around me, stopping to pinch my nipples, making me cry out, reveling in the pleasure of the pain. He slid my panties down to my knees then pulled them completely off and dropped them on the floor. He smacked my bottom twice on each cheek with an open hand. He then moved the cane between my legs, rubbing it back and forth between my pussy lips. Bringing the cane to his face, He smelled my juices. “Why, my pet, you are wet. Did you ask my permission, Mia?” “No, Master, I did not ask. All of them are dressed well, some in severe lifestyle wear, and some in casual clothes. In the end, there are about 12 women. When they are all settled, Rachel tells me to go get the party trays. At first, I’m not sure what she means, but then I remember the things Kim had prepared for the party.I head into the kitchen and find the trays. There are two trays of food. Kim helps me, as I pick them both up and head back to the room. I walk around, offering them something. This is when they start.