A feeling came over me that I was being watched. Again.Hey! After a forced gender switch and being thrown into a world wheremagic exists, I'm entitl...d to some healthy paranoia.A car would have come in so handy right now. How ironic; I knew my wayaround an engine, because Papa ran an auto mechanic's shop specializingin Alfas and Fiats. But buses traveled to my old office, and though Icould have set it up as a business expense, the numbers told John theAccountant not to own one. A curse on. . but it couldn’t possible be worse than the one she had to endure at that moment.She bit her lips and fought down the bitter gall in her breast as she watched Quentin and Glenda relax with their drinks on the couch... and discuss the pros. and cons.It was beginning to seem, however, that there were more pros, than cons.* * * * * *Dinner that evening was its usual friendly affair, even if there were only three of them at the table. It was halfway through the meal that Madame Vesta made an. “Hurry back, lover,” Hailey said. “Oh, Phil, Molly’s awake and about so put on some drawers.”Phil glanced down at his dick bobbing in front of him and grabbed a pair of sweats. It was a pretty good idea, he decided, because Molly was putting on makeup in the bathroom mirror when he stepped out to the hall.“So much for doing my thing before the rest of the house got up,” she murmured. “Give me a shake and you can do your thing.”She almost put out her eye with her mascara brush when she saw. I could feel my arse muscles pulsing against the plug still in my arse. I felt like a total whore and I loved it. As soon as I was able to keep up with Mistress' rhythm she increased her pace. To get more leverage she placed her left foot up on a chair that was next to me, held the back of my head firmly and fucked my mouth even harder. "Good bitch. Your pretty red lips look sexy around my cock. Keep sucking, sissy. Get my cock nice and wet for your sissy arse." I felt completely used and at.