What was happening to her, she felt like a bumbling idiot in front of him, but the warmth in his smile as he said “will you stay the night”. Oh m... god she thought suddenly, as she heard the champagne cork pop, this wasn’t part of the plan, what could she say?Bumbling again, she found herself replying “I suppose if I am drinking that I will have too” as he handed her a champagne flute, she sipped at it as the bubbles went up her nose and a nervous laugh escaped her.Frankie’s pussy was throbbing. “Gah! Why won't you go down!” he cried out to himself, the throbbing was growing worse and more insistent. He gripped his length in his hands. He had to take care of this. Slowly, he began to rub himself. His large fingers felt like a stranger’s as they wrapped tightly around his tool. His cock felt foreign as well, it was so big, his old six-inch penis was nothing exceptional but the long shaft he now sported felt like it was at a whole different level of sensitivity and weight. Despite its. I originally was only kept in my stall or the milking barn, but now I pretty much have access to the whole ranch. I have been given female hormones for years now and my features have feminized. I have long hair and if you passed me on the street you probably would think I was a normal 35 year old woman, except for my huge tits and wide hips. At first I would just walk around naked as I was led back and forth between the milking barn and my stall, but since they do have visitors on occasion here. Mary made me dress up in suspender belt, stockings and padded bra. My face was red with shame and the girls laughed and insulted me as I dressed up. They took photos of me from all angles. Then Jane selected a short leather whip and I was made to lay face down on the bed. Mary held me down by the shoulders and Alice held my ankles as Jane whipped my buttocks and thighs. I yelled and struggled but the girls held me firmly. When she had lashed me over 50 times, they changed places and the two.