"My girl, my woman, my wife" he said. He told me that he loved me the way I was but there's one thing missing... a pussy, and his girl's gotta have a ...ussy.I said to him that I was a guy and how could I get a pussy. Hejust said surgery and smiled at me as he kissed me deeply with his long tongue.I was, as you can imagine, a bit shocked, and that night Frank led me upstairs to make love to me tenderly and softly. He still fucked me very deeply and I was under no misunderstanding that I was his. Angique never much liked going to events like this, but this time she decided to attend and make it a memorable happening for all concerned.Tonight the room had been turned into an even sweeter bon-bon box than it usually was. The lights were turned low and a true forest of candles had sprung up everywhere. It spread a warm and glowing light, guaranteed to make every girl look her very best — sweet creamy skin, sparkling eyes, and lustrous hair. And of course there were all the mirrors a girl. Then he cut the strap over her other hip. The panties were still trapped between Brenda's cunt lips and ass cheeks. He pulled the material away in one quick motion and threw the ruined garment onto the ground. In what seemed like a single swift motion, he put the knife back in the pouch and removed shiny chrome handcuffs from another leather pouch on his belt. With Brenda's hands in front of her, he locked the handcuffs on each wrist. Brenda heard the familiar ratcheting sound, felt steel. ”And just like that she let go of my hand and stoop up slowly, she turned and walked towards the door next to the bar, her round ass shook from side to side as she walked, and that was always pleasing to watch. As I waited for my escort to finish her shift I looked around the crowded club, but in a short while my gaze was caught by another person in a nearby table. She had relatively short auburn hair, black eye shadow and black lipstick. We made eye contact as she was sipping at her martini, I.