Even in just a boxand regular plastic wrap it was a challenge. But I finallysucceed. Everything took at least 10 times as long as normal to accomplish...ith my cuffs on. I'm sure I looked terrible as sweat poured down my bodyand I was very aware of the smell coming from my pussy. I looked around theroom for a place to plug in the Hitachi, but all the plugs were behindfurniture. I cursed myself for making my room so neat and blocking all theplugs. I thought about the bathroom but all those plugs. Tony replied. Jorge offered to go upstairs and started to close the place. Tony helped and they were done soon. Their bodies brushed together couple of times. Tony’s hands lingered as they fondles Jorge’s ass and they both smiled. After all lights were turned out and place locked, they walked up the stairs next to the shop. Soon as they were in the apartment, Jorge embraced Tony, “I had always found attracted to you”, Jorge said as he moved in to kiss Tony. His lips were soft and in response,. I was a freak.Terrified as I was, looking at myself this way inspired an ironicthought: "Penis Envy"? Most of the emphasis of this site seems to be onmale to female transformations; and I must say that the only part of"me" left on my body looked mighty ugly nestling in the midst of allthat soft stuff. How could a girl want a thing like that on her lovelybody? All of these notions seemed to add up to "Vagina Envy" being thebigger problem.Yet I had other worries at this point. Put simply, how. The City was weird that way -- a fever dream conjured by hipsters nostalgic for an imaginary time.They entered the outside elevator.Maris punched the button for the 17th floor, then backed away from the closing doors. He was soaked but didn't look bothered in the least. "Wow," he said, running his hand through his hair."Yeah," Hannelore said. Despite her guilt at enabling Maris, she smiled. "Wow." A thin trickle of rain dripped steadily from the hem of Maris's jeans, pooling near his shoes..