If he thought of himself as a kindof undercover agent for the women's garment and beauty industry? Maybe. As a sort of challenge, to see if he could ...ake himselfover into the best woman he can become? Perhaps. To explore a newfield, know what it's like, how half the human race feels? Possibly. To investigate related business opportunities? He mightfind that appealing. He might feel able to shame his businessfriends for not doing it, for not becoming women, for lacking theguts, once he was. . ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hmmmmmmmmmmmmm but it was muffled due to the smooch but my eyes were wide open now, tears flowing like a river from them.. half of his dick was inside me and I was bleeding from my pussy.. he kept still for a few moments in that position, playing with my nipples.. and then he slowly withdrew till his head and a gave final forceful jerk to my pussy and his full dick was engulfed my tight pussy which was stretched to its maximum limits creating waves of unbearable pain to. I wonder if anybody else can hear the clack, clack of my padlock. Although it is only a short drive to the restaurant, my balls are sore from the pressure the ring is putting on them. I haven't had to drive or walk this far with it on yet. As I walk in to pick up my order, everyone is looking at me. Is it that obvious? Do they think I am some kind of pervert? I pay for my order and leave like there is nothing wrong. When I arrive home I give my key holder her dinner and tell her the cage is. The other feeling I had was of intense horniness and sexual curiosity. I had cay/bi thoughts before the trip for about a year so maybe this is why I didn’t scream out. I was probably still drunk with the relaxation of inhibitions that brings. And the sights of the pictures in those magazines. As I rolled onto my back I looked to see that it was Herb in bed with me! I was confused, well, he was married,and happy that it wasn’t one of those other guys. He smiled and asked me if I was OK. I.