A few ripples run through me and I gasp. I can smell my juices and breathe them in. I watch myslef as I use two fingers to part my lips. They are so w...t and I slip two fingers inside. I thrust them gently up and down then bring them to my mouth. I savour the moment as I lick my own juice. This is me, how I taste - warm, strong, musky. I start to stroke all along the length of my folds, watching how my body reacts. I raise one hand to my breast and gently massage it while I move my other hand to. I wrapped my hand round my shaft and began to masturbate. But I’d just started to stroke my cock when Clive stopped me and reached down to fondle my sex kit.“Let me do it for you.” Clive said. Clive wanted to hand job me off over his wife’s knickers!I must have had hundreds of hand jobs back at boys’ school, my wife regularly hand jobs me, but it had been years since another guy had done one for me. I’m as straight as they come but I wasn’t going to miss this chance of something kinky erotic. I. Cupping the solid, soft flesh I started licking her hard nipples, moving back and fourth, giving each one equal treatment. I sucked on them like a little baby enjoying the feel of her big nipples in her mouth. I licked, sucked and played with her tits for a long time. I was so fucking turned on that I had to cum. I picked up the camera and moved up beside her head. Moving closer until my cock touched her moist, soft lips. I took a photo and then slowly pushed my cock into her warm, wet mouth.. Things had gone from bad to worse.***There was nothing to do. I lay there, staring at the ceiling.What could I do? Nothing. Nothing would make me physically a girl. Theyweren't going to let me end the pain the other way. I was stuck. Maybe I wasalready dead, had died before, and this was hell. There was no way out. Noway out... the words rang and repeated in my mind. Stuck in a life I hated,stuck, stuck.I had an idea. I could pretend to cooperate, play along, and make them thinkI wasn't serious.