Maybe itwould be like that every morning until I got turned back.As much as I had loved the slim feel of a finger, as gorgeous as it hadbeen to feel t...at pleasure, the ecstasy that powered inside my body Ifelt heavy and gloomy as I looked down over my transformation. I hadanother shower and felt strangely reluctant to put hands to skin, asthough I had been asked to wash a beautiful stranger. Which I suppose,in a way, I was.Not being hungry, I forced down some tea and toast while wondering. Good he thought, at least they are thinking about it and not trying to figure a way out of it.An hour later Thomas made his way down the stairs. He had to get away from Violet, her cowering was really starting to annoy him. Though he’d put on a big front, Violet’s comments had cut him deeply. He thought back to Bitney the day they broke up, she’d called him a meat pole and a freak. Almost every foul thing she could think of. There were so many times over the last year that he’d almost given up.. Releasing his cock and grasping her hips with both hands, the Chief slowly pulled her back onto him, pausing as he met the resistance of her sphincter for a moment and then pushing deeper into her. Stopping as he made the full depth, he slowly backed out and then repeated his slow entry process.After a few more slow penetrations, the Chief increased his pace with each thrust, until he was diving into her so quickly and with such force that her breasts would jiggle wildly as he rammed her to the. Bring me... I don't know. Just bring mesomething to drink. I'll be on the patio reading." I said jadedly."What would you like, Mistress?" my little maid happily answered me."Oh, for heaven's sakes; just bring a glass of wine, please," I saidexhaustedly."Yes, Mistress. Red or white?" my little maid spritely answered."I don't care! Fucking white and make sure it's chilled!" I said angrily."Yes, Mistress," my little maid gaily answered.I couldn't wait for next weekend. Next weekend; it all.