She was tingly as she kissed his body. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him and began kissing his stomach and undoing his belt and the buttons... of his pants. She was surprised, but happy to find that he was not wearing any briefs, his cock immediately accessible, hard and thick and alive under her hands and already oozing in anticipation and inviting her to take a taste. She was drawn to it, her lips closing over the tip, sucking the head into her mouth, her hands pushing his pants down. I’m on the bed.” “Where’s the ice?” “At the bar. But, I have a glass here…with water and ice next to the bed.” “You are a good girl. I can’t stay today, I have another damn meeting. But, I want you to do something for me. I want to watch you. I want you to imagine me sitting at the foot of the bed watching you. I want you to tell me what you are doing and the sensations you are feeling. Everything. Paint me a picture of your play. I want you to enjoy the ice, fully. Do you understand, baby?”. " "How can I put this? Are you...I mean, do you still have...are you really...? Oh, hell, you know what I'm trying to ask." "Yes, I am, for about a year now and I've never regretted it. You would not BELIEVE the things they can do now. I'm so real it's unbelievable. Once in a while, Gwen and I double date. Bill never in his wildest dreams had orgasms like I do now or as much fun in general." "But how...?" "Toys and boys, silly. You have to keep dilated. There are wonderful, exciting toys. Your only option is to trust me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but in the meantime, you must stay here.” “That’s not good enough. I have given you my life, and all you can offer in return is empty promises? I should kill you for this!” I sneered at him with my white fangs and flexed my claws. “… if you weren’t my only hope at regaining my former life.” “I cannot offer you more than I already have. I’ll spend all my resources if necessary. When you’re a boy again, then we can discuss.