And directly into those stunning green eyes, even as Greg licked hisfull sensuous lips seductively. John felt his knees get weak and hisheart race."I... there anything else you'd like to see?" Greg asked in a breathyvoice.John fought the surge of panic. Greg ... changed into a woman? And nowcoming on to him? And so...gorgeous? He struggled against hisconflicting feelings, and then he tore his gaze from those eyes. "Ohshit!" he exclaimed as he saw the clock. It was past 5:30; somehow,John. He pushed me on the bed and ripped my clothes off and tied me to the bed. He had apparently been planning this, because he had ropes hidden under the bed. He called the black man into the room and he forced me to perform oral sex on him and he raped me several times that night. George kept urging him on and telling him to teach me how to be a real woman. In the morning George released me and told me that he hoped that I was pregnant with a black baby. I tried to commit suicide but I didn't have. She could still detect the aftertaste of gin through the bile and the dirty tang of smoke that lingered in her throat. Somewhere, she must have secured a cigarette while her husband was up in his business meeting with that curvy young boss of his. For one moment, she grew nervous that her husband saw her smoking (a habit she’d developed of late), but then her stomach cringed and she buried her head in the toilet. Kevin was there to help her, holding her red ponytail out of the porcelain bowl as. While giving my tits much needed attention she was working her right left hand down my stomach, caressing my thighs, and ruffling my pubic hair in between her fingers. I was so hot I wanted to just throw her down, spread her open, and never come up for air. Stacy however had other plans. She told me I had to wait my turn. I told her I would try and she just giggled as she plunged two perfectly manicured fingers deep into my dripping snatch. She instantly started moving her fingers in a come.