I was protesting loudly and he told me not to worry we'll just stay on the porch. The porch was enclosed by a four foot high wall and I stood behind ...he wall and rested my elbows on the ledge. From the street, you could probably just see my shoulders and head, you couldn't see that I was wearing a skirt. Robert came up behind me and lifted my skirt and started caressing my ass. If felt so good being out in the open air and feeling a gentle breeze blowing onto my naked ass. It made my skin. *That night I masturbated twice – once to vivid memories of a French peasant girl in a field wrapping her mouth around what felt like my cock, and once to images and sensations of two Roman women ripping off 'my' toga and having their way with 'me'. Both times with the same result. Tissues stained black. Eventually I told the memories to leave me alone and drifted into a fitful sleep, full of sexual dreams. In the morning, in a half-alert state, I thought the genie must have been a strange. He grabbed a hold of my hair as he pounded harder and faster. His legs trembled as he shot his load down my throat. I licked him clean with my tongue, as he stepped back.I squeeze my pussy down as hard as I could trying to feel the cock that was fucking me. He pulled out squirting his load all over my ass. Cum was drooling out of my mouth, and I was trying to rub my pussy on the block.“You were not given permission to please yourself,” As the whip crossed my ass.I was released from the block. And then it was Walter's turn to gasp. "I can't believe it," Walter said as he stared at his reflection. "I'm so beautiful. I've always loved beautiful women, but I never wanted to become one. What went wrong?" "Nothing," Madame Ruth said, her Czech accent suddenly absent. "You got what you asked for -- to be irresistible to your heart's desire. You've never loved anything but yourself. You say you've loved beautiful women, but they've never loved you. Now you are one, and I suspect you're.