He had to wait to get those things without which a person simply couldn’t live in Canada : A work permit, a social insurance number, a health card, ...nd an actual J.O.B. In time, he earned himself these things. The moment he got a work permit, which he had to renew every year, he went looking for a job. Even though he had college degrees from the U.S. he couldn’t find work in his field because he wasn’t a Canadian citizen or a permanent resident of Canada. And he wasn’t an American citizen. "I'm going to fuck you now, Lana, but before I cum you're going to cum again. Is that understood?" I pull back to find her watching me, her eyes wide once more. "Do you understand?" She nods her head slowly whilst opening her mouth, and I press my fingers against her soft, bruised lips. "You can and will cum again for me, Miss Ellison," I command. Instantly a light of excitement and anticipation enters her wide blue eyes, which, rather than ice, have turned the deep blue colour of the ocean.. It didn't take long for Michelle Luna to walk into the room. Sheintroduced herself to me and explained that she would be in charge of myfeminization. I was a bit attracted to the girl, which made it difficultfor me to handle the fact that I was not the powerful man I was to beingin her eyes.After exchanging introductions, Michelle and the stylist asked if I wasready to see the "new me."I nodded, almost eager to see the extent of the changes. Michelle andthe stylist smiled while they lead me. We had groped inside each others clothes, getting more heated up by the moment. Since I was wearing one of those convenient wrap-around skirts, and all he had to do was lift it, push my soaking panties aside to dip his fingers in me. Which is just what he did! He had on pair of track pants, which made it easy for me as well. I pushed down the elastic waist band and set his cock free. Free to rub against my wet pussy and slide in smoothly, and carried away as we were, both of us were eager to.