He winks as he jots something down.He peels off the sticky note and holds it out to me. “Here you go,” he says nonchalantly. I take it from him. T...en he turns and walks away. I hate when he leaves, but I love to watch him go. Elle clears her throat, drawing my attention back to the matter at hand. Or rather, the matter in hand. “What’cha got there? The winning lotto numbers?”I grin. It sure feels like it. Written there on the paper in James’ beautiful scrawl is the number 213. I know where I’ll. He held her body tightly as his fingers continued to massage her. Her face showed the explicit pleasure he was bringing from her. He kissed the top of her head and picked her up carefully and walked out of the shower and into the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and moved between her thighs to lick her most secret spot ever so gently sensing that she was extremely tender by now. She wiggled a bit to try and get his mouth away from her as the feelings were too intense for her to. She asked me to lay back and close my eyes... I complied gingerly and I without thinking extended my arms wide open over the desk and I closed my eyes, trembling in anticipation. My erection was evident but in no way as strongly as the last time.She said ... "this is not working” - and I hear her walking around the desk, she said: "keep your eyes close or I am going to make you regret it" - I started to feel afraid again, but I knew that I had to obey.I heard her walking back and I braced for. Scott was feminine looking man with a vagina... This was odd... But herneed to did not change. And Daphne held her new cock firmly and pressed itto Scott's vagina, and pushed inside. This was so incredibly new toDaphne, she had always craved to be penetrated, never had she felt theneed to be in another. She vaguely remembered Maria fucking her, but shehad always been a woman back then, it was odd, but she thought it was justa delusion of her sexual fever... But it was real. And now she was.