I gulped it down. I swallowed his seed with such hunger. This wondrous delight filled me as he warmed my belly. He was going to do it. He was going to...take over the world with his army of mind-controlling sex slaves. We would pause time for him. We would create Parallels for him.We would love and worship him.I swallowed the last load of his cum. I loved the creamy feel sliding down my throat until it reached my stomach. I shuddered as I slid my lips off his dick. I peered up at him. He faced. It was all wet n warm. I took condom from my wallet and wore and kept my dick over sides of pussy n started rubbing and teasing her… But she got pissed off for my torture.. took my tool n guided towards her pussy.. It was so tight like a virgin one… Only half went, then in one stroke I pushed hard.. We were fucking in Missionary position, she screamed in Pain, she told me to be gentle.. but I was in another trance I started fucking her with fast Stroke… Tears were coming from her eyes.. but I. I did not want her to know, and I sat frozen as she tended to me in a seductive manner."Relax baby. Let my fingers slowly draw your tension away."They were. It felt good to have a woman touch me, feel me, and make me feel like a man, especially an experienced woman. I had feelings running through me I had never before felt. Sensations of warm desire tightened my skin and I felt hot all over. However, my cock stayed limp. What the hell was wrong! What was I going to say when it was first. In a way, she longed to wear it today.The black dress would symbolize Pamela, or at least the "woman" Michaelhad become, and would also show to the world the femininity she'd givento Roger, and the sadness she felt when she lost him, forever.But still, somewhere deep within her, a sense of revulsion echoed as shegazed upon her new dress. This was not her. A distant "little voice"reminded her, would not let her forget, that Pamela was really Michael.A male. A man. Not Pamela.As she slipped the.