"I like this job," he said, smiling to himself."But what am I going to do about Tim???"Ken picked up the telephone, and started dialing Tim's number.A... the last second he checked his watch. 10:12 pm."Bloody, hell," he cursed, hanging up the phone. After 10 pm. It was too late to call. Ken would have to call him in the morning.'What am I going to do??' Ken fretted to himself. "What am I going to do??"Ken was alone. The date was now just two days away."What if Tim finds out who I really am?" Ken. She shook her head."Then get fucked," I replied.I pressed my breasts to Alina's. I sleeved myself inside of her sopping tight wetness, making her gasp in shock. He dripping within marinated my stiff lady cock and I slipped in and out slowly. We ceased to be lawyer and realtor now. We had become as we should have been so long ago: vigorous, reckless, lovers."Fuck me, Caitlyn," she stammered."Yes," I said. My arms curled around the beams. I locked lips with Alina once more and she pushed her. Sign over all your hard earned money so I can take somestud out on a date. After you sign it kiss the key to your orgasms andthen present your check. This is going to be our new weekly ritual."My life is made up of hundreds of these little rituals. Rituals whichreinforces my status, rituals made to get me turned on, rituals made toemasculate me, rituals made to relive my humiliation over and overagain.One of the rituals we used to have is that every time I worshiped hershoes I would have an. My now lubricated hands stroked her hole and small lumps. My other hand went around the front and started jacking her little cock, in time with the other strokes. No intelligible words came out of her mouth. Grunts, groans, moans, and eventually a scream, did. With a few hard spasms, she quieted. I heard the reverberations of her call, echo from the far walls.She didn't move; but lay on the floor, where her contortions flung her. I'd had no relief yet, and would probably pop if I touched her.