The look the security guard gave me as I drove in with these two women was priceless. We quickly settled into our social distanced workstations and lo...ged on ready for the day ahead. Christmas day in any newsroom can sometimes be quite challenging to find anything to report on. This year we were spoilt for choice. One advantage of having an entirely useless government run by a lazy orangutang supported by a cabinet of clueless third rate morons.It quickly became apparent that this year we would. Sam had panicked and blurted out the first girl's name that came to mind: Sally. What a ridiculous name, he thought. Thanks to Ms. Johnson and that Sissy Mister place, he already looked more like a Sally now. And thanks to the neighborhood ladies, he even had the beginnings of a wardrobe of feminine clothes. This wasn't going according to plan. No one was supposed to know. As a distraction from his troubles, Steve logged onto his computer and checked his e-mail. Immediately he noticed an. They were both well over 6 feet tall and very muscular, their skin the colour of coal. As I stood I noticed a long bulge down each of their trouser legs which made me squirm with a familiar feeling between my legs. They were both dressed smart casually. I stood there wondering what to do, call for help or go along with the invitation. The one that spoke introduced himself as Winston and his brother was Michael. Winston took my hand and we walked into a warren of back streets still full of. Buddy kept thrusting away even without a chance of penetration. The frantic motion of his cock felt disgusting and thrilling at the same time. My previous arousal was building up again in this bizarre situation. But this time it was not nimble tongue lapping me up but a persistent huge cock which was rubbing my vulnerable pussy. And even though I was quite soaked already, Buddy's cock kept trying to further lubricate me with the pre-cum which his doggy cock kept jetting off. The amount of.