All of you." As if to qualify her words, she eases her other hand down and grasps me at the base of my shaft. She squeezes hard, very hard, and slides...her fist up until another drop slips into her waiting palm, which she quickly smears along the cut of my cockhead.Her body trembles and she whispers, "God, I need this."Just as suddenly as she'd begun, she deserts me, telling me to stay as I am. The thought of defying her never enters my mind. I only wait, hunched on all fours and trembling from. ’ Her sudden shift in attention took me off guard. It was like I had pressed a button switching her from super-femme-liberator to horny-kitten-cocksucker. I looked her over, following the tight purple Lycra curves. She stepped back to give me a better view, posing with one leg bent to push out her tight ass and give me a long, lingering view of her incredible legs. She slowly pulled the length of the bullwhip back, the leather kneading the skin on the back of my neck as it fell. I met her eyes. "Hans, my love!" And had to be restrained from throwing her arms aroundhim by the guards."Who the fuck are you?" said Hans."I am Alessandra, queen of the jungle, your future wife, your soul mate,your lover." I'm sorry?" We met before once, when I was male, and you laid your blessing upon me,turning me into a woman, transforming me into your love slave forever." Are you kidding me?" He paused a minute. "Wait, Donny?" I once went by that name, yes, but I have evolved. Hans, honey, I'msorry. Krysta slowly walked into the bathroom and turned the light on. This was Rachelle's cue. In the pouring rain, she made her way through the mud to her port-hole into her fantasy. She already felt the familiar warmth spreading through her lower regions. Krysta already had her panties down and was sitting on the toilet when Rachelle peered through. She had her legs spread open as if she knew someone was watching her. Krysta yawned, and began to pee. Rachelle's right hand was already plunged into.