She was moving back and forth and up and down as she rode me, always changing the sensation of how my cock rubbed against her. She would stop every so...often and just press down on my cock, forcing me as deep as she could, then quickly lift almost off me before slamming back down hard on my cock. She had never ridden me with such intensity as this before. She was like a woman possessed tonight.It wasn’t long before her orgasm hit her hard. She settled down on my cock as deep as she could force. In addition, her transport channels, which carried the sperm from her vagina to her uterus, had to be upgraded. At the moment there were no muscles to transport the sperm. The inner walls of the canal were to be lined with cilia. And, of course, they too were made of recycled flagella of sperm.In purely mathematical terms, the sperm from around one hundred sperm effusions would have to be sufficient to line the transport channel. But of course, the sperm first had to enter her blood and from. While my cock was buried in your throat, you completely and utterly agreed to do this for me."My head was down. "Well?" Yes, sir." Did I coerce I? Did I force you? Was it unreasonable?" No, sir." Was it an onerous task? Was it a task that a good sissy would have trouble doing?" No." No indeed. In fact, I left it entirely up to you as to how you found a cock to suck. You could ask your friends, you could advertise on CraigsList. Hell, you could hang around at a gay bar. It was up to you. I. Once again Michele was amazed at the transformation; she looked very attractive and feminine. She had laid out some underwear on the bed next to the suit and now came the most exciting part of the transformation. Putting on her lingerie. She put on a mauve satin brassiere and filled the cups with her homemade breastforms. She stepped into the matching full-cut panties, having first carefully gaffed her penis out of the way. She decided that today she would wear stockings instead of pantyhose..