Placing my hands on your hips I have you sitting on my desk I sit back down in my chair as I finish pulling off your panties.I raise your knees onto m... shoulders as I go in to your sweet smelling pussy. My hand spreads you as the tip of my nose brushes your clit. Slowly gently I push my tongue in lightly licking you.I wrap my arms around your thighs pinning you with my hands on top, holding you open and still as I lick firmer and deeper. When your fully soaking and my chin drips with your. I stared down at the orange culottes and halter top I was wearing, my bare feet with painted toenails, my smooth tanned legs. It was impossible to argue with her. She was right. I was no longer a man. It was shortly after that evening that Debi brought up the subject of the auction. She informed me how much she had spent to bring my transformation to the point it was now. She had fulfilled my lifelong dream of becoming a woman-almost. Now it was time to get on with her life. She figured. " Naomi said briskly. "She wasn't the stuff tomake a good handmaiden. Not like you!" she smiled, stressing thelast word. "You I'm gonna keep!"Flattered by her kind words, I yawned drowsily, lifting my armsin front of me - and being reminded of my pajamas as I saw thepuffed sleeves and the frilled bust line. "Okay Naomi. Where'smy clothes? Do you want me to make breakfast first?"She beamed a high voltage smile at me, and gave me a firm kisson the lips. "Knew it! You're gonna be so good to me!. Three-Finger was using the binoculars to check out the warehouses touted to us as a likely place for the blackmailers to use as a Headquarters or a way-station for their smuggled drugs, undocumented aliens or any other cause of chaos on their agenda. I still had this hope that it was all based on simple money-making schemes and was not some political ploy to gain tactical advantage in a dog-eat-dog world.Three-finger saw them unloading a Ford Express van filled with about a dozen female.