Little slut!"She swallowed harder, the tip of his cock itching with pleasure as he pissed in her hungry mouth. He loved the sound of her swallows, so ...rong and obscene. This was true submission. It was so intoxicating. He would never need to piss in a toilet again. Not when he had a bedroom full of concubines that would be more than eager to demonstrate their love in such an intimate way.His stream began to die out, until only a few spurts remained. She sucked every last drop out of him, then. She looked in the mirror and decided she was now Paul. She put on her/his new white dress shirt and the pants for her blue pinstripe suit. She tucked in her shirt and went back into the bathroom to use the mirror as he knotted his tie. Paul combed his hair down and over. He sprayed it a little to keep it "guy looking". He looked good and was actually pleased to not have any make-up on. Paul came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and converted all the pertinent id and credit cards from. I had neither the feathers, nor fumet of a taudry town-miss: a straw hat, a white gown, clean linen, and above all, a certain natural and easy air of modesty (which the appearances of never forsook me, even on those occasions that I most broke in upon it, in practice) were all signs that gave him no opening to conjecture my condition. He spoke to me; and this address from a stranger throwing a blush into my cheeks, that still set him wider of the truth, I answered him, with an awkwardness and. A couple of weeks later it was two friends and then the friends started coming around on their own and she let them have her because it was what her boyfriend wanted, wasn't it? And then the boyfriend caught her with his friends, called her a whore and walked away from her, but she didn't care because she was getting steady fucking from his friends. And then those friends brought some of their friends and those friends brought friends and soon she was being taken to frat parties and she.