.." Mmmm ... I'd like that ... I'd like it more if you'd fuck me from behind ... against that oak desk in your study..." I'm rubbing my cock imagining...that it's sliding in and out of your pussy ... wish it were." mmm ... you come back soon ... it will be..."I smiled when I texted him, eagerly awaiting his response. We sent each other photos of each other through texting and when I saw the first photo of his cock hard and thick, I felt my panties grow wet. God, it might be wrong to lust after. Yeah. It’s my cream. You can pipe your hot load over my shapely ass next time, fucking drench my leotard. I’ve got a taxi home many a night with a big damp spot still on my tights, leaking through to my tight knickers. In fact after one encounter with three burly guys my tights were so drenched in their cum that I had to take them off and ring them out before I went home. You know you’d still prefer me over your other half even if they wore the same outfits! Come on, jerk that hard, hard cock.. He felt his throat, scratching it with long nails. His hand looked wrong. Titus examined himself, and realized that, somehow, he'd become the girl he'd chosen."Wait a minute! This is wrong! This isn't what I wanted! Change me back!" His voice had become outright shrill. The angel began to fade. "You have chosen your reward, and it has been bestowed to you. Farewell, mortal." It vanished entirely, and the alley darkened to normal. As the snow fell, Titus began to feel the cold. This minidress. Next, after pulling off my socks, Mister Jennings had me walk around the room, his eyes on my nudity while he continued to stroke himself.“What a fucking body,” he sighed. “That backside … Those tits…“Upstairs,” he repeated, pointing. “I want you again.”I knelt on his bed at his instruction, lifting my rump high, tilting my pelvis so he could feed his erection into me.Mister Jennings went at me from behind, sometimes holding tight to my hips, pulling me onto him so my buttocks slapped off his.