Courtney had a lot to do with my feminization. The first thing she didwhen I moved in was take away all of my pants. She said a sissy like meshould ...nly wear dresses and skirts. Mistress Jen thought it was a goodidea too.At first, it was embarrassing to wear women's clothes. But somehow, youget used to them. Maybe it is the female hormones they put me on? Ormaybe, I really have no choice in the matter? Keep in mind that I haveno money or a place to go. I am virtually Jen and Courtney's. He dropped another load in my ass that afternoon and that evening we made love again, his cock splitting my pussy wide, just like I loved it. Our last night together we went out for another dinner and this time we didn’t drink wine, but we had margaritas. I remembered getting a fifth one and then waking up once again with a throbbing hangover. This time I was in bed with John, his arm wrapped around me and dried cum all over my thighs, tits and face. We must have had some wild sex and I’d. I glanced at the screen to see the girl was now mouth-fucking the guy with a steady rhythm. I tentatively took the whole of my head into my mouth. The feeling of my own cock filling my mouth very nearly made me cum there and then! I began to slide my mouth up and down my shaft keeping in time with the girl on the screen. The feeling of me sucking on my head and my teeth softly scraping over my glans soon caused the usual swelling sensation in my balls. I was amazing to feel my mouth wrapped. Then I heard a strange sound. Mr. Green had a buggy whip and was swinging it in the air. “I will give you six strokes with this. It should leave you with six red stripes on you bottom to remember this spanking. After each stroke, say ‘Thank you, please give me another’. Also, turn your head away so you can’t see me and that you can only feel this fine buggy whip.“Please, Sir!” I pleated. “I have learned my lesson. You don’t have to use that on me.”“For that comment, you have earned an.