I tried to pull my hands back through the glory hole but noticed the cuffs were attached to the pole supporting a shelf in glory king’s booth. I was...stuck. My arms were all his. He put his cock back in my hands and I continued to stroke his cock and balls as I did before I was handcuffed. ‘Hell, what’s the difference if I’m cuffed or not’, I thought. I assumed glory king got off the power he had over me, the power to keep my hands in his side of the booth, to keep my hands pleasuring his cock.. Justin then asked ‘Who wants a drink?’ and grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne. She popped the cork and plunged the bottle in my pussy. The sensation was unbelievable. The cold and the stinging made me scream, but Justine kept fucking my pussy with the bottle. ‘Who wants first go?’ she shouted as she pulled me to my feet and took the bottle out. The girls all gathered round my pussy as they drank champagne mixed with my juices. After my pussy had been emptied and licked clean, Justine. Can you do that?I love a challenge and in due course I organised a short list of suitable prospects, with pictures and a bio of each.Mireille was fascinated by Jon. According to his bio he was a part-time model, who modelled nude for magazines that appealed to both sexes. He insisted on being photographed by females only though, so perhaps that was a clue to his real sexuality. His bio showed some of his naked pics. He was very well hung and the pics showed him having his very erect cock. Why should I regret its persistence? I wondered. Yet regret it I did. As a man I’d never had transgender inclinations, never wanted to be a woman (except in fantasies), so my mental and emotional makeup must have been fundamentally changed.“Don’t worry, Clarissa,” said Mandy. “Your brain’s slowly adapting and the rest of you will follow. Brain scans on previous years’ specimens showed gradual synaptic remodelling, and the successful upgrades from your batch are redeveloping more quickly. Our.