A few more minutes of the faggot's eager mouth and I was ready to shoot my load. I groaned a warning, "Don't you spill any of my cum, faggot." It was ...he first time I had verbally degraded him and it only seemed to turn him on as he sped up the pace just as I coated his throat with my cum. I noticed a slight gagging sound, but the faggot somehow obeyed and swallowed all my seed. He continued to move up and down on my cock, although slower, well after I was spent. I could tell he had no idea. Still, I might have to fake it now and then, and I would definitely have to cover up the membranes. They just scream out freak if anyone saw them. I would have to see out, but that seemed to be a property of my illusions' one-way light transmission, as Sarah put it.It took another hour to work out the eyes to my satisfaction, but at the end of it a blue eyed normal looking girl stared back at me from the mirror.It was a bit startling. I was only just getting used to my standard reflection; now,. The human race should have moved beyond that idea; to quote a Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle book that I'd secretly read, think of it as evolution in action.I'm not as willfully stupid as some of those who hung around the house, or even lived in the Annex that you got to through the basement, what was probably a bomb shelter years before, people who needed to vanish for a while, and I was to never mention, even when one of them took me to her bed. I never mentioned that to Mother. I learned. They dropped as she moved her body around, teasing me with her pert titties. ‘I can’t wait to cum around your big dick,’ she said as my hands caressed her writhing naked body. ‘Mmm, it feels so good, I just can’t help it, I cum almost right away every time. I’m glad you like that.’ We turned and I laid her on her back, knees up, her heels beside her ass, dripping in the middle onto the sheets. She rubbed herself teasingly as I rubbed my tip in her pussy, making her moan. Soon I was inside as.