"You need a shower, too."She playfully tried to punch me, but I caught her arm and pulled her close for another quick kiss. She laughed when I pulled ...er hands to my clothes, but then she got breathless as I started pulling off her clothes.In moments, we were both naked. We had to wait a moment for the shower to warm up, and I took the opportunity to let my eyes and hands explore her body.The youthful softness and curves of her body were breathtaking. I thought I'd never get to experience that. The blood has rushed to my cheeks and I’m angry that you’re pushing me around. As I pick them up, I drop one back onto the table, as I reach across to grab it, you come behind me again, grabbing both my hands in one and pin me against the table. I tell you in an angry whisper, "Get the fuck off! I know the people here!"You laugh and lean down saying, "I know. You forced me here, and I can't help it. You shouldn't have worn that cute skirt." You flip my skirt up, keeping me pinned down and push. Their tormented frustrations would soon overwhelm them and their lives would be correspondingly short.? Her thoughts were confirmed when the sultan paused momentarily then reached out and lightly touched each of the sissy?s nipples. Both sissies gave a wail of lustful pleasure pain and their jaws sagged slackly as their bodies responded wantonly and they humped desperately against their silky harem pants. The sultan smiled wickedly then rested his eyes on Sally. ?Ah yes, the. He hooked a finger inside my pants, pulling my g-string up and tightening it against my pussy.?I guess we’ll just have to fuck later then,? he said, and patted me on the ass as he continued down the hall.The next day, I had looked up all the plastic surgeons in the area and decided on a meeting with a Dr Sinclair. The surgeon had a good record with patients and clearly knew what he was doing with boob jobs. Unfortunately I didn’t really have the money to pay, but decided I’d go for the.