Opeens voelde ik die monsterlul van 30 cm tegen mijn inmiddels aardig opgerekte jongenskutje duwen. Hij kreeg hem er niet in en vroeg een van zijn kam...raden of die niet even over mijn poepgaatje wilde klaarkomen, zodat mijn kontgaatje lekker glibberig zou worden. Dat liet Michael zo heette hij zich geen tweemaal zeggen en knielde rukkend achter me neer. Ondertussen had ik de paal van de eerste kontneuker schoongelikt en kreunend begon hij zijn ballen leeg te spuiten. Gulzig slikte ik zijn zaad. Deep within my heart I had always felt I would have enjoyed life as awoman even more so than I had as a man. I knew there were ways toaccomplish this, but those ways were expensive and resulted in surgeryand hormones. I was far too old to even think about going down thatpath.Sighing I looked down at the gray hairs upon my legs and arms. I waswell past my prime now, on the down side of the hill if you understandwhat I mean. It was too late for me to ever entertain the thought ofchanging. He took Geneva out to dinner that night to celebrate. Looking across the table at the deep V in Geneva’s dress Michael suddenly remembered to ask if she approved of being promoted. She nodded, a little pie-eyed because she’d already had a cocktail and half a glass of wine. ‘I’m missing Amy,’ he sighed, a tear rolling while the other eye scanned Geneva for sympathetic reaction. ‘What, the excitement of her affairs or the mess she made or her foul cooking?’ That harsh reply rather rocked Michael.. "Owen stopped and looked at her. "So the servant wishes to be the lady of the manor now?" No . . . no no no no." She shook her head back and forth, eyes pleading with him for mercy. "No, Milord, I have no . . . no . . . no . . . I would never presume . . . No . . ." Then what?"She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. "Me, Milord. I will be your whore."Owen was dumb struck."I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and.