She leant forward, her lips close to his ear, and hissed, “Go along with this if you want to get out of here.”“Mmm,” he whimpered, letting him...elf be forced down under Amanda’s grasp.The assembled fembots gave a unified “Ah!” of approval. Oh well, thought Amanda, at least I am doing something right.Gerry was frightened out of his wits. His wrists were sore from having been tied so tightly. His jaw ached from the gag. He had long since lost any idea of how to get out of his current situation. He. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisses me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd better not leave a mark," I say. It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush your hair?" He likes to do it. I seldom say no. I handhim the brush. I have washed it and let it dry naturally.After a few strokes, he puts his head beside mine looking into themirror together. His face is strong and masculine, like mine once was,I. It's just that this all sounds so wonderful. I was so afraid we wouldn't find anyone so compatible with our likes and our needs and that we were asking too much. But you… you are everything we were looking for! "Kendall honey, I know that Roger really likes you–and after we met the other day at the restaurant, I was so hot and horny that I made him stop and fuck me in the park before we ever got home! I can't wait to see you and Roger together!" Some primal and irresistible urge in me was. Of course right now I had them and man I bet a guy saw mehe would be thinking what I was thinking. After a few more minutes I hadinspected everything of this new female body except for one thing. Ilooked at the boxer briefs and the one thing I feared was finally athand. I stared at my crotch for several minutes and without eventhinking another second I grabbed the waist band and jerked them down tomy ankles. And there for my eyes to see was a very female vagina.Above it was a small triangle.