‘Don’t look so surprised slave! You said you’d do anything for me!’ I gulped, because I recall making such a boast. ( I was inwardly calling m...self a ‘dumb ass’!)I tried looking away, but She firmly grabbed me by the hair, holding my head still, forcing me to look directly at the hard cock that was in my face.That is when I felt Mistress’s hand move to my balls. ‘Open up slave’! The pressure was just enough. ‘Lick the head slave!’ When my tongue felt the smoothness, my own cock surged. They are joined at the lips, groping each other as they fall onto her bed. I smile and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don’t want to interrupt. “Oh, shit. Lanie’s here,” Derek said, noticing me and sitting up. “Want to go to my place?” “No. It’s too far away. I can’t wait that long,” Nicole says. “She’s asleep anyway. Right Lanie?” I don’t move a muscle. “See? She might as well be miles away. Now where were we?” They resume kissing. The light is on in the bathroom, and that door is. But I still didn't feel like a woman. After all, Ididn't have breasts or wide hips. I had hairy legs, a bit of a stubble,and bad breath.Melinda had fixed all that. I had to admit one thing, I felt like Ibelonged in the women's bathroom now.The door opened again and a woman stepped in and stopped. It must havebeen quite a scene. On the floor near the sink basin was a young girl, 19but looking a few years younger, sprawled out on her back, rolling withmirth. She was a mousy thing, lithe and. She wishes that they were alone, the attachment she feels for his prone body is uncanny, bordering on the insane, obsessive. The man squints, hoping to improve on the dimness around him. He cannot see anything, yet he can hear the sound of his IV, the constant beeping of the machine a bed away. He can hear the doctors voice, a beautiful sound, despite the pounding of his head. He tries to put a picture to the sound, yet the only face he can get is hers. Chantelles. He tries to dismiss it, tries.