I wonder what has hurt him so badly that he has that look in his eyes. As if he could read my mind again he laughs and I smile shyly, wondering for th... first time if I should have followed him from the ale house. But those hands&hellip,. Those beautiful hands that held mine for too short a time&hellip, large enough to span my entire back with one hand, strong enough to hold three pints of ale in a single fist. Those hands&hellip, those hands that now were removing my boots. Wait! I thought,. He's been getting the cold shoulder at home, he's very bright, and interested in opera which ought to get you going in itself! I know that you like the talk part as well, and he's also a big fan of first editions, and I told him you were a book lover. Sound good?" "Mmmm...so far, looks?" While I'm not about to discount a possible client, I won't see a young guy, or someone who's in terrible shape. The last thing I need is for some overweight guy to have a heart attack while trying to keep up. She begins to tense her pussy muscles, making me groan further in delight. She throws her head back and I notice her teeth, sharp and elongated, especially her incisors, which are long and pointed. I panic a little bit but she smiles evilly and in one swift move leans forward on my cock, lowers her face to my neck and bites through my skin.I feel no pain, I only feel exquisite pleasure, she drinks some of my blood, I feel it run into her mouth and it tastes like life to her, I can tell. For the. "Don't fight it now. That's it, just relax Joyce darling," Gladys cooedwith a satisfied smile as Ned began working in and out of Timmy'slipsticked lips in longer strokes. He tried to mumble and coughed at thesensation. She had Timmy fully feminized and now she was introducing himto some of his new "wifely duties."The house was quiet and nearly silent as Gladys held Timmy's shoulders,the slippery nylon sleeves of his vintage dress sliding over his hairlessupper arms and against her hands, the.