It kept expanding until there were tears streaming down my cheeks. It took me a good two minutes to get myself under control. I motioned him to go ins...de. He had on a white golf shirt like his InTime shirt, with no logo. The collar was turned up for God’s sake. His brand new jeans were pre-faded and carefully pre-torn. To get a pair of normally-colored jeans this faded he would have had to buy them before his bar mitzvah. He finished off the look with a pair of tan, Steve Madden flip flops with. “Is this Forced Femme Crossdressing?” I wondered again as,Her hand went down to my cock and rubbed it.She started lifting the dress off me, and soon had it and my bra off. She told me to step out of the shoes. Then she pulled the panties and stockings down to my ankles telling me to step out of them. And she lifted the wig off my head. Then with her body pressed against my back, her breath on my nude skin, she reached around and stroked my cock. She in long slow strokes, until it was leaking. I’d hear Sir beside me again, whispering encouragements. Telling me to suck harder, and I would suck harder. Telling me to go deeper, and I would go deeper. His friend’s hand would grab my pigtails and pull, and I’d moan. His dick would hit the back of my throat, and I’d gag, but it wouldn’t stop. I’d make myself go deeper, suck harder, and soon I’d feel his strokes shorten, his cock pulsing. He’d pull it from my lips, and Sir would hold my head, and I’d have just enough time to get my eyes. We have intoxicants. Our hunters are in pursuit of mammoth and other game to feed our guests. The musicians are practising on their instruments. But there is one gift we are as yet unable to provide.’ ‘And what is that, my lord?’ Glade asked as she caressed the Chief’s now shrunken penis which when erect had thrust into her as many times as it had Ivory. ‘The chief of the Reindeer Herders should be honoured by the pleasures of the flesh as he would so honour me. As I have no marriageable.