He withdrew his hand, and startedto unbuckle the sword belt around his waist. Timidly, I asked, "What's your name?He laughed. "You may call me Master,...Juliet," he said as he unbuttonedhis black shirt to expose his chiseled chest and well defined six-pack.He grinned at me as I stood there staring at him, helpless and wide-eyedas he kicked off his black leather boots, unbuckled his tight black pantsand slid them down his thick, muscular legs. "And as your Master, Icommand you to get on your. As the chair whirled with our wildmovements and gyrations, I used my long, soft fingers to guide Jerry'sswollen cock into my "borrowed", tight, little pussy. Jerry moaned as I thrust my sexy little hips down onto him over and overagain; the electric feeling of Tara's orgasm overwhelming me from my newperspective within her. I shuddered Jerry finally released, sending hiswarm issued deep within my new female inner self. Going limp as ourpassions slowly died down, I slowly climbed off of Jerry.. He practically buckled over as he grasped my hair. He was still being gentle with me but I didn’t come here to be treated like a trophy wife today. I want him to treat me like I was his slut. I want him to be rough with me. I want to be his whore for the afternoon. I starred up into his eyes again. I must have had four inches of his cock stuck inside my mouth when I felt his hands grip my hair and pull. My eyes widened out of fear for a moment. I starred mercifully up into his eyes as he. Tell me about your parents. Is this the first time you ever screwed a girl’s mother?’ He laughed. ‘Really nosey eh?’ ‘Oh, c’mon, let’s face it, you really want to put it to Rosa. The only reason you’re here with me is she’s away lusting after some guy with a 10-inch wang.’ ‘Okay, okay, you win. My father was Russian, my mother Ukrainian. Both were wartime refugees from Stalin’s Russia. Because of their proficiency in several languages they were recruited by Uncle Sam to listen to certain radio.