Clamping my head against his chest he murmured contentedly, as my teeth lightly nibbled on his hard nipple. Soon he moved my head to the other nipple,...with me virtually hanging off the front of him.Letting go my head, Rogan lifted me onto the bed effortlessly. On his elbows and knees, Rogan then hovered over me as his head once again took possession of my mouth. After a short while, he lifted his head and said, “You seem a little tense, baby, turn over and let me de-stress you. Do you have any. I was damp from both sweat and the wet underwear that I was wearing. I tried to think of where we could have stopped. My struggles resumed as I realised it had to be the small private airport just outside town. I wriggled the body that I inhabited, the girl's body, she was supposed to be here not me, furiously starting to sob as the straps would not budge. The box was again lifted. NOOOOOOOO my mind screamed, as I pictured a small private plane that those evil looking women intended to put me. The fire became hotter and all consuming. She was now nearly bouncing the heavy machine off the ground with her spasmodic writhing. Her muscles ached and she felt like she was growing horse from trying to shout, “Fuck me!”Then, through the haze of her lust, she could barely hear Bruce saying, “Now I will demonstrate the ultimate reason for this machine in pleasure mode. If you have the right woman... or man... in this machine, and if you use it properly, they will give you the best fuck of your. " But we kept our eye on you, and now, well ... a good all over shave, some makeup, the right wig and clothes, you will be back to your old stunning self. A little older sure, but some of my punters like the more mature and experienced type," he finished and smiled an evil smile at me."You're fucking crazy Steve," I snapped back, "I hated being a transvestite and doing those disgusting things. I only did them because Eddie forced me to. What the fuck makes you think I would ever consider doing.