Alisha got back on her feet. “Good morning, girls!” “Good morning,” they squeaked out in ragged unison. Shelly squeaked because she was afraid... Alisha squeaked because she was still regaining her breath.“I own you now. You’re mine. My possessions. My slaves. To be used as I see fit. You now exist to serve me. I expect obedience and anything else will result in punishment. No one will be looking for you. No one will ever notice any noises coming from this apartment, and you wouldn’t be able to. I cuddled her intensely, with no erection. I was trying not to think about what she must have experienced.“Is it okay if we don’t do it?” she asked. “You were right, to say not. Just for a bit.”“Of course.”So we talked a bit more and eventually she had the little cry she needed. Cooling, tickling drops ran down the side of my chest. Then she fell asleep lying on me. She was heavy, but eventually I fell asleep too.In the morning she was most of the way back to the old Faye. She followed me down. "Don't worry, just four weeks to go and you can be a girl all the time,"said Anne."Don't remind me! I can't wait!" he said, smiling.That afternoon, Anne did the washing. She gathered up the variousgarments and got them sorted for the washing machine. She had justpicked up one of Adam's shirts when she noticed something red on thecollar: lipstick. She just paused and pondered. It couldn't be hers, shehadn't been intimate with her husband for a while. She put the shirt toone side. This wasn't. My tongue moves and works around his cock tickling and teasing at his sensitivity. I can almost feel his cock building up for his release, a throbbing pulse on my tongue that spasms out of control. He moans harder and bucks into my mouth and I almost gag once again but manage to take all of his swollen cock into my throat for a brief moment. He moans even louder now and I can tell from the feel of his hips bucking he aims to cum, I work and grind my hand on his has while moving my mouth over.