My mouth opened in disbelief and I silently moaned. This was fantastic. I had been wanked off by a few girls before but this felt different. Felt like...velvet.My arse cheeks were beggining to slowly tense and release now and her rubbing quickened. Her breathing seemed to get louder and deeper but she never spoke a word. It was as if she wanted to make like she wasn't there!! The pace got faster and as my arse tensed it was lifting off the mattress and sinking back down. She would squeeze ever so. That was how she had presented herself to me, with one new addition - one little set of new toys. Decorating her breasts, a fine metal chain joining them, was a pair of nipple clamps, firmly attached. Her nipples were swollen and discolored, taking on an angry red in response to the pressure from the cold hard metal fastened to them. Just the sight of her abused breasts caused me to start to harden.During the next forty minutes, it was almost like back in the old days when I had my sister's. We chat for a few mins, then he asks … would you like a tour of my house? (He owns this place??) Sure! I say without even thinking about it. We end up in a more private room, which suits me….He pulls me closer, looks directly into my eyes and asks if I’ve ever been with a man before…. I answer… I’ve thought of it, but it never materialized. He pulls me closer…. Time stands still….I feel his warm breath on my cheek...The next thing I know, we have been kissing for a few seconds…. Softly at. "Anyway, judging by that door, I'd say you gained some of the intended benefits of Femaroid. We'll have to have run some tests, but I have high hopes for you. Hopefully you won't get the addiction to skin lotions." Max sighed. This was a lot to take in. By his perception, he had only been a guy not twenty minutes ago. And now he was some kind of freak girl because of something that made no sense whatsoever. "High hopes for what?" Dr. Steve smiled devilishly. "The boys upstairs have been.