I reached out and touched the strap of her halter top. “You shouldn't wear something like this in church.” “Oh,” she asked, feigning ignorance... “Why not.” “It shows off too much flesh,” I said. “Your tits are practically spilling out and those pants.” I tutted my tongue. “You may as well be naked, that's how tight those pants are. I can see your panty line. In the old days, I could punish you for wearing something this revealing.” “Maybe you should punish me,” Zi whispered. “I've been a bad. Hefucked me wildly and deeply, each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper,each thrust honing my prostate to new levels of exquisite joy. The bed andsprings jumped with each thrust and I wondered if my parents listened tothese proceedings as I had theirs. At this point of passion, however,neither one of us cared. Just before he came, he withdrew, turned me overand clumsily but passionately shoved his cock towards my face and shot. Mymouth reached for his love juice, most of it squirting to the. "SLOWLY" Goddess reminded me. I relaxedmy grip on the shaft and began rubbing it up and down in a slower motion. "That's right,honey. Do you like I do?light strokes?you know how I rub it?" "Marguerite?youtouch that disgusting thing?" One of the women, an attractive thirty-five year old in a tight mock turtleneckshook her head. "God he's such a disgusting little monster, like a gremlinyou stole from a novelty shop." Marguerite laughed, and a guy who headsan association I've done work with said. " I guess that told me.Chloe passed me a paper cup asked me to drink it's contents, "this willtension your vocal chords for at least 12 hours so you will sound morefeminine," as I drank the mixture grimacing at the taste she said "nowdon't say anything until we finish getting you dressed.While Chloe tidied up Amy took charge dressing me, she just couldn'tstop looking at me, just before I got dressed she said, "Just waituntil you see yourself, phew it's so weird knowing who you are butlooking at.