I moan, “Noooooooooo pleassse Nooooooo”. He smiles and says, “Don’t worry baby this won’t hurt a bit.” He starts sliding his dick into my ...outh stretching my throat seemingly to the bursting point. He pulls out most of the way and starts a sawing effort to get more and more into my throat. All the while, yelling, “This is great!” After a while he pulls out and moves to my ass when one of the other guys gives him the baby oil he slathers onto his dick and pulls my feet up to his chest putting. This was an act of release for him that he didn't want tolose, and he didn't want to feel stupid by dressing poorly, so making amess of applying make-up that he wasn't used to was too risky. He wantedto feel good because he knew he looked good. He was a little scared thatEveline might have impossibly high standards, but she had reacted warmlyto his entrance before, and hadn't been the least bit condescending whenshe asked him to make coffee. She had been smirking to herself, but it didn't feel. I discussedthings with well-known female impersonators and transsexuals. I even spoketo doctors who did the male-to-female operation. And at last I had developeda way to carry the whole thing off.Expensive creams and hormones had softened my skin and almost completelydeadened my body hair. Shots had rounded my buttocks and swelled my breasts up to what would become impressive 38-D dimensions. Corsetting and exercise had nipped in my waist while another daily regimen had softened the muscles. She made something to eat, he laid the table, all in silence, neither wishing to break this companionable dream. Finally, she asked of his day, he said, that it had been a day of settling in and admin really, “but it got better when she had come home.” she blushed remembering her working clothes, her suit, and her shoes s**ttered to the four winds… As they ate, he suddenly asked what was it she expected of this relationship? Her reply somewhat took him back, as she said “liberation…she wanted.