“Oh, I’m cumming alright, bitch,” sneered Gretchen as she shoved the round-bottom glass coffee pot onto the crusted old brown burner that had se...n its fair share of coffee stains, but certainly not the brand of ‘espresso shot’ that the devious administrative assistant was eager to pump into the mug of joe.“I’ve just got to fix that extra ‘turbo shot’ that you like in it, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen fired this waylaying comment back down the hallway, knowing that would buy her enough time to prep. “Don’t forget my balls,” he reminds me, and I happily oblige, gripping and lifting his thick cock in my fist, burying my face into his nutsack and sloppily groping each plump, fleshy orb with my mouth.As I feast on her lover’s superior crotch, I vaguely notice the sound of my wife getting out of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. It does not deter my greedy mouth from servicing her stud until he pushes my face away and rises out of my bed.“Let me see that ass of yours,” he demands, grabbing. She discussed hormone treatmentsbecause I wasn't producing any male hormones any more and needed a balancein my system, cosmetic options (face, breast and body) and yes, the finalsurgery. I was also told to stop taking the "vitamins". Way too much intoo short a period of time to even consider. Mandy was listening veryclose and asked a million questions. I was basically sitting therecontemplating my new life and reflecting on my old one. Mandy was givenpages and pages of information as we stood. I didn’t have time to adjust as he pushed into my mouth, thrusting a few short times before burying himself deep in my throat, his hand clamped to the back of my head to stop me moving. “You look so pretty like that,” he murmured, even as my eyes watered. He thrust in and out of my mouth a couple more times, then pulled free to crouch in front of me. His hands went to the hem of my t-shirt and he pulled it up, exposing my tits. He groped them roughly. “Wanna start with a punishment?” he.