She whined a moment, the pleading in her tone almost enough to make me spank her just once more. But as she looked up at me, begging with her eyes I s...ook my head and nodded to my cock.Gripping the sheets, obviously forcing herself not to rub herself after last time when I tied her up and kept her just off orgasm for half a day, she took me into her mouth, forcing herself down onto it until she was deep throating me, still seemingly impossible for my thick cock.Enthusiastically gobbling me up,. I actually heard George's breathing hesitate when I leaned over.When I sat up I knew my face was red, just from bending down. It was also hot because it was the first time I had intentionally flashed anybody. George's eyes kept going to my nipples as we talked. I had made up some pretty good questions about 'Tyger' and 'The Sick Rose', considered two of Blake's most erotic poems. In the end it didn't really matter what I asked. George's attention was pretty well centered on my nipples and. "Why?" he asked. "Well you've taken all my clothes off...and you're still dressed!" "You want me to undress?" he said semi-shocked. "Only if you want to," I replied, parting my legs fractionally. I saw his expression change momentarily. He must have noticed. Feeling more wanton by the minute I was not about to discourage Trent's gently invasive exploration of my vaginal ingress. On a voyage of discovery himself, he was making me feel anything but a mother as his fingers separated. The most common way for products to enter my farm is that of an ownedslave being sponsored for transformation, then there are the unownedmale slaves who find out about what I do here and pay for their owntransformations. Which I like the most because not only do thesesissies pay me to do this to them, but once they are trained, I cansell them on the slave markets and make even more money off of them.Then there are the males who offend my sense of justice, who I entrapand transform as my form of.