Had it really been a month ago that Kennedy had been male? She felt herhead pound for a moment before she prepared to change. Kenneth felt alittle wei...d, but she had to learn what had happened before she matchedthis world completely.Kenneth gulped as he slipped into her mind again. This needed to besolved. He got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to get to the bar. Normallyhe never set foot in such dives. The motorcycle sign on the front hadbeen worn by years of abuse. Kenneth could swear that he. His first impulse was to look up at his owner but he quickly thought better of it and looked down.“Your looking in the right direction, bitch. Pull up my pants fasten them and zip up the fly. Then bend down and lick my shoes clean.” Trevor had made sure to get mud on them as he walked into the house.“Now the soles.” Though his tongue was dry and gritty from licking the tops of the shoes, Coach quickly degraded himself further by thoroughly licking his master's soles clean, one at a time.“Put. When we had finished, Greg came to admire our handiwork, and gave her the ‘uniform’ we all wore – garter-belt, white stockings, metal-heeled stilettos, and a lilac satin cape. Her broad silver-plated, bejewelled wrist-cuffs, with their attached heavy rings were now fixed, then she was told to kneel on the floor, her elbows on the chair she had just vacated, spreading her knees a little. Judith came up behind her with the conical butt-plug, ready-lubricated, and drew a harsh scream from Celia as. I groaned, trembling as she massaged my pale tits. “Give her the gift you gave me.”“Yes!” I moaned and leaned forward.I kissed one of the imam's wives as I fucked the other. Fahima's lips melted against mine. She tasted Rizwana on me, that juicy flavor that currently bathed my thrusting futa-dick. I slammed forward hard, my cock burying over and over into juicy twat. My breasts jiggled.My pussy clenched. This wild, wanton, wicked heat surged over me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Fahima's..