"Can you lick your lips for me?"And she did. She was one of a kind to me. She was special to me. She was often replicated, but never duplicated. And s...e's beautiful. I then thought what I said during our second encounter while I climaxed..."I love you..."Even though Amber said, "Know what love is before you say it..."I think I meant it. It was in the heat of the moment, but I think I meant it. But she deserves a true king, and not a poser. But... It's never too late. I believe God took his time. " With that he nodded to the door staring into her eyes. She stood there for a few seconds holding her towel before realizing she'd out stayed her welcome.Entering into the large locker room she noticed quite a few of the large double stacked lockers were already taken. A lot of the towns men were already waiting for her inside. Waiting to aide her in her transformation. She approached the nearest locker and began to undress. Feeling strange that her father was waiting outside for her, knowing. As I raise my head to look at the prisoner in the pillory beside me, I noticed that she had cum dripping from her mouth and chin. Before we left home Monica had told me I would get all the nourishment I needed at the club. I now realized that what I would get at the club was cum. And, probably more than I wanted or needed for the remainder of the night. After I was secured in the pillory, Marjorie said ?Have fun, pig? and left. Suddenly Monica appeared directly in front of my face. ?Oh,. Did I mention that I have a weakness for beautiful forearms? He walked straight up to me and put his hand out to shake mine. “Morning,” he said, “I’m Mark”. As I reached out to shake his hand I saw his forearms. They were absolutely gorgeous. He was stocky and muscular, and his forearms were well defined, slightly tanned, with a fine covering of chocolate brown hair. The muscles rippled sensually as I took his hand and the sinews and veins snaked seductively as he.