It's kind of the same thing as it was. Just not as icky." Oh. Okay. So, um, what am I wearing?"Jen pulled out the dress she brought home Wednesday. It...was a tube dress. Bright red, with a scoop neck and a hem just above the knees. She also showed me the wig: jet black, long curly hair.I wished she had let me practice wearing the corset, because it was tight and difficult to breath in. It also changed my balance, so I had to adjust my walk. (Just after I mastered the heels, too!) But it also. So I reached for the top of my jeans to get under the waist band & straighten it, when I heard Sara whisper "I'll get it" andwith that, from the outside of my jeans, she grabbed my dick, in the middle of the shaft & pulled towards the zipper, "Damn it" I growled at her, it hurt. "Sorry," she whispered as she unzipped my jeans, wrapped her hand around my dick, still in the boxers."What are you doing??!!" I asked her in a low tone so my parents would not hear. "Making sure you are not hurt or. "Oh yeah, good idea. He probably shouldn't have cum inside me. I rose up and sat back, and lifted myself off him. Immediately, a torrent of white cum poured out of me onto him, covering his cock, balls, and thighs."Sorry Michael! Good god that's a lot of cum! Don't worry, I'll clean it up."With only a little hesitation, I licked up the first gob of cum I found on his thigh. Oh god, I was thinking, what if I don't like it? The first taste was okay, salty, thick, kinda weird and gooey. I licked. His stare travelled back up to her groin, pausing for a moment, then returning his gaze to meet Helenas own eyes. Finally he spoke, his words calm and level. You will be mine, and I will be yours. I will fuse your body and soul to my own, I will pour my spirit, breath and strength into you, you will have me and I will have you. And have you I will… His accent was mysterious, continental, laden with the tones of Central Europe, and the words filled Helena with a confusion of fear, dread and.