I slammed my finger hard into her tight hole and drove my thumb against her clit. “You may cum slave.” Emily flung back her head, her long...beautiful hair seemed to go everywhere as she let out a guttural moan of pleasure. “OHHHH GOOOODDDD!” Emily’s thighs squeezed my hand tight as she clamped her legs together and ground her hips down on my invading finger. Her upper torso twisted from side to side jerking to and fro. Her vaginal muscles held me like a vise as she groaned, her. .with the exceptions of my hair, face and nails. Cindy smiled, and told me not to worry about the rest, as things would soon be just right. In retrospect, I should have worried about all of this feminine pampering I was getting, but I guess I was so carried away with all of my new feelings that I just did pay much attention. With Cindy's help I had bought a few casual dresses and skirt outfits to wear around the house, as I just couldn't stand wearing male clothes any more than necessary. I put. A memorable dimple in her cheeks. A slender wrist and long fingers with bracelets that clattered as she brushed a hand through hair that was brunette or blonde (and no longer merely brown or fair). An ankle that was pleasingly slender and a knee that was impressed on my memory as firmly as if it were impressed on my groin. And the time came when Ydobon changed no more. Or only by increments. Her hair-colour, her complexion, her small pursed lips, her wide-open eyes, her signature phrases: these. He needed her to show him where his cock belonged in a way neither one of them would ever forget.His lips parted on a groan she couldn't hear. The sight of his mouth opening wide made her want to shove him to the grass and silence him with her lathered slit. She wanted to show him how much stronger she was, and the way the lust he fired in her blood made her rise and spin like a sudden storm.She could laugh in his face, taunting him with how easy it was to turn his unsuspecting head in tight.