I pulled back a bit, the slid forwards again, repeating the steps for a few minutes until he was ready to take most of me in his throat."Get up slut."...I barked at him, and shoved him back towards the master bedroom.He meekly guided me to the bed, and then started to ask me "What now?" Shut the fuck up, bitch. You will speak when I tell you to. Now I want to see you shake your little whore ass and do a sexy little dance for me." I told him.I slipped my pants off and leaned back on the bed. He. ” Maggie, wondered if Dawn was really a slut. She’d find out after she did her makeup.Maggie had been with several of her female clients. Her husband knew that she liked women and never had a problem with her having sex with them. He just didn’t want her to have sex with other men. If she did come across a man who wanted sex, he’d prefer if they all had sex together. Maggie and her husband had an open marriage.Maggie put her bag down and got out some of her make-up. Dawn made coffee and poured. He rolled over onto his back and brought his handsto his stomach. Under the skin he could feel his testicles relocatingto his lower abdomen. His shaft soon followed as it was sucked into hisbody with a loud slurp, leaving just the head exposed. As he watched inhorror his slit grew and the foreskin folded over into a vagina. NextMike's waist contracted as his lower figure took on the proportions ofthe classic womanly hourglass. Next his nipples enlarged in diameterand the tips erected and. I wondered if he needed a good fuck. Then it started. The Monday after we tasted each other he started instant messaging me through our work computer system. Things like, “I miss your pussy on my tongue.” “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I dream about you giving me head every night.” “You’re so beautiful.” I wasn’t sure how to react. I mean, I was happy because I didn’t want it to end, but scared because he was my boss and was married. But, of course, I’d read these messages and my panties.