”Sarah interrupted, “Master please no,” sadness swamped her words, “I know I haven’t always been the best slave, but please, I don’t think...I could handle more bad news.”“Sarah, please...”Her head fell, “I know it’s bad news ... because you’re using the fake name you gave me.”“Fake name?”“Please, if I’m going to be banished from you, at least use my real name.”Preston-Emily stood up, “Okay, there’s a place to start, let’s get you your real name back.” With a smile she walked around the desk and. " as she reached over to the nightstand.I just rolled onto my back. She knows what she's doing. Worse yet, she giggles while she's doing it. "Stand up straight," she titters, her fingertips teasing the underside of my scrotum. My dick bounces from the stimulation. She looks at me. "Very good!" and unrolls the condom down the shaft."So much for foreplay," I commented.She giggled as she was maneuvering herself astride me. "I've been foreplaying in my head since I got out of school. But I can. Very soon you won't have to worry about these any more..."she reached and pulled the silicone breast forms out from my bra,"you'll have real ones of your very own, to give pleasure to men. And nomore ugly penis that you have to tuck away in two pairs of tightknickers three sizes too small. You'll be a real woman, Emma. I'm goingto give you that. You can thank me now, for I suspect you won't thank melater." Feel so weak... tired... dizzy..." It's better this way. Otherwise you might have. As you open my entry, I know you hear my cries for you to stop. With each deep thrust, I hear the sounds of enjoyment slipping from your lipstick-covered lips. Just as you sense some resistance coming from me, you again slap my cheeks, taking me by surprise, allowing you to home your dildo deep into my pussy, fully home. I raise my head and cry out, shaking, which causes you to start moving your strapon in and out of my pussy. I can feel wet juices running down the back of my stockings, hearing.