‘But then I’d need to feed you and support you, and frankly, if I’m already getting a slave, I’d like her to be one I can decide to fuck while...she’s doing the dishes.’ I shuddered at the mental image of Master’s cock entering me while I scrubbed, my fingers gripping the sponge until suds spilled out all over my hand as He penetrated my wet cunt… ‘Sorry, still a no.’ ‘But–money!’ I exclaimed desperately. ‘I could offer You financial service, everything I have! I’ll sign my paychecks over to You,. His flaccid dick was held tight betweenthe fingers of his left hand, flopping up and down. I could have sworn itwas growing. When I finally managed to peel my eyes away from his memberand back up to his face I caught a glimpse of his smile. He was serious."No thanks," I said after another minute before turning and leaving.Back on the bus Eddie was surprisingly quiet, only calling me faggot oncebefore sitting down on his seat and going back to musing with hisfriends. I sat alone in my seat near. At thesame time, he also felt alive, like maybe never before. He loved thefeel of his hair, stockings, and dress on his skin. He was starting toget used to, and enjoy, the pull of his breasts on his chest. All ofthese sensations were sort of at hyper intensity. Just the feel of hislegs against each other as he crossed them was a thrill. And beyond allof that, he felt a peace that he thought he would never experience aslong as he lived. Most of his life, he had said he existed in a state. "What a pathetic little cock you've got there, slave, far too small to be good for anything. You want to see what a real cock looks like, bitch," she waved her eight inch monster at me, beginning to jerk it off with a lascivious smirk at both me and the camera. "Does it bother you that a little girl like me has a much bigger cock than you, slave? Or do you just want to get your lips around it, be a little cocksucking slut whore like your daddy? That's all you little cocked sissy boys are good.