” I sat up and she lay back down on her folded arms, her head turned to the left side. I poured oil on my hands over her ass and let some drool down...over my cock and her crack. I massaged her lower back and moved my hands on top of my cock, oiling it, pushing it into her crack and moving oil all over the area. I slid back, moved my hands on her ass, and started to massage her cheeks, my thumbs in her ass tickling her hole and rubbing oil all over. She moaned and moved her ass back and forth. " Samantha moaned louder and rode him as fast as she could. She continuously fingered her clit. She wanted to come and could feel herself about to. "Fuck, Trent I'm gonna' come!" "Yeah, come for me. Come on my dick, baby. Oooh fuck," he said and sighed. Trent pulled Samantha's hair out of her face and stared as she began to come. Her eyes were pressed closed and her mouth lay open. "Oooh god. Mmmmmm. Yes! Yes, yes, yes!! Trent, I'm coming!! Fuck. Oooh!" "Yeah, baby. I love watching you come,". She had been cut by then, yes, as in having an orchiectomy of her own. In layman’s terms, she was castrated. She still had the dick, but no balls. Yes, with that, the path toward full feminization was well under way.I also considered having Dieter take estrogen like Billie, but I hadn’t decided yet. I had to do something soon. Dieter’s health declined far worse than expected and it was my damn fault for not giving him the testosterone in a timely fashion. We had all agreed to that, but I should. The next visit, I brought her the set, and she was floored when she opened it! She gave me a quick hug that turned into a little-too-long hug, because a bouncer came over and broke it up (there was a strict no-touch rule at the club, which I was fine with and actually though was prudent.) She found a scrap of paper somewhere and wrote down an email address! She took the pens back to her dressing room, and I was not able to get another dance that night, the place was so packed. But I drove home.