Your breakfast is served." She glanced at the clock and said "Slave boy, you were thirty seconds late. I will punish you later." I was thrilled at the...prospect, thinking she would spank me as she had before.She pulled herself to a sitting position with her head against the pillows on the headboard and her legs wide apart. She picked up her orange juice and started to sip. "Continue to lick my clit, cunt slave!" I went back to work lapping and sucking. My cock was getting harder all the time.She. The service was for one Leonard Andrew Samuel. It was a sad irony that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know someone through her written word. By the time I met her face-to-face, I knew she was not the man her body reflected.We were both married, and both. I could see on her face how amazed she was by doing a man with such sexual skills like him. Later, other friend of her, Tara, came and they grouped on a threesome, which as another delightful display for my excited eyes. But then my three fellows took me to another spin, now into a foursome. Later, I had an all-lady threesome while, by my surprise, saw Cornell get acquainted with a guy. I never thought that he could ‘act in both sides’, and by the way, he has the skills to be an ordinary gay. He was one of the only 22 year olds he knew that refrained from the technological age. Granted, he had some games on his mobile device, but they were simple affairs that he didn’t spend much time on.Truth was, he didn’t feel like a typical senior in college, majoring in political science more because that’s what he was good at, the public speaking part, not because it’s what he liked. He was minoring in physical education, he figured that could be a good back up plan and it looked good on a.