.. process was taking place – well, you have no idea how odd it felt to look down at myself and realize that I was no longer a woman – did not hav... any sex at all. Then everything just ... grew back in a matter of days. I have nothing there that Ingles or his cronies have used and pumped their slime into. I don't think I would ever have fully recovered without what Little One did for me."I can certainly relate to Hope, but Di, she's young. How much should I tell her? I've never done anything. I found these encounters to be both horrifying andintoxicating at the same time. I'm not sure which part Mistress enjoyedmore. I didn't know it yet, but my limits were about to get stretched,in a big way.It had been a couple of weeks since I had last heard from MistressAlison. She had been busy with a few projects she was working on. It wasa rainy Monday morning, and I checked Lacey's Yahoo email, as I do everyday, and there was a new message from Mistress Alison. The subject ofthe email was. Guys like that always made it look so easy. I wonder, what would Bennie say about that? What would August? I take out my cell phone and dial. ‘Hello?’ a warm, elderly female voice answers. ‘August Cooper, please.’ The voice immediately grows even warmer. ‘Well, now, you must be Jake.’ She sounds like the way I imagine Santa Clause’s wife sounding. ‘I am.’ I try not to make it sound like a question. ‘Well, honey, I can tell you that you’re grandfather will be so glad to hear from you. He is. ’ ‘You’re right, we should,’ Michael said, then plunged his tongue back into my mouth and slid his hands to my ass. He squeezed both cheeks firmly, lifting me and separating them, and causing me to slide my thigh up against his as our groins began grinding slowly. I could feel his cock, now rock hard and straining to be released from his shorts, rubbing against my lower abs, and my arousal again was fired up. A hand slid down the front of my shorts and undid the buttons on the fly before.