I watch as she appears wearing heels and stockings. Glancing at her fishnets, I stare at her g-string that was not visible and nestled in between her ...urvy ass. " I be shit. And she calls me a perv for looking at porn." I thought to myself. She turned as I got a view of the front of her outfit. Her outfit was cut out so her 38c tits were exposed, as she rubbed some lotion on. Hearing a door shut, she quickly went to livingroom, as I heard her mumble," OK its showtime!" I heard the first guy ask. My tits are yours. My hands are yours. How bout your heart?Yeah, that too.How bout your soul?Yeah, that too, she said.I’m yours too, he said. My cock, my mouth, my hands, my heart.How about your ass? she asked.Yeah, my ass too.How about your soul? she askedI’m thinking about it. Yeah, I think so. My soul too.I want you in my ass right now, she said. She was still on her knees.He pulled out of her pussy, stroked his cock a few times with his hand, and put some gel from the bedside table on. “David I have seen lots of naked guys. Don’t sweat it, ok? At the nudist camp we visited over the summer I met two eleven year old boys with dicks over seven inches soft. A few sixteen and seventeen year old boys were completely bald with cocks and balls smaller than yours. It grows when your body decides it the right time. If you can stay cool like you are now, when it does get bigger, then you won’t be able to sleep alone unless you want to or are grounded,” she told me.I think she was going. "Question is, Can you? If I agree to this, you have to agree to become my complete and total masochistic (and femminizable) slave--for at least the next 2 years. Any torture I mete out, you will humbly accept, without complaint, to the absolute limits of your ability to endure, up to and including passing out from either pain, or exhaustion, or both, trusting that I will do my utmost at that point to restore you to torturable health again. Again, any humiliation I require of you, or any.