……Damien rolled over on his side and reached around under the sheets to slide his fingers over his sleeping wife’s soft stomach. Then he slid th...em further south over her smooth mound and found the entrance to her pussy.“Anita darling, oh sweetie pie.” He murmured. “Daddy wants some fun.”“oohhh ggggow away,” Anita grumbled, “It’s fucking Saturday morning, let me sleep in. What did you think we bought the stupid slave for?” pointing haphazardly in the direction of the foot of the bed, her eyes. The two guys came in to help me up, I pointed to the dish andthey both had big grins. A week later I went back and she removed thestitches, at last I could put on my thong. It fitted wonderfully,obviously the cock cage was no good now and I wouldn't be needing itanyway.I asked the guys if they thought my face was passable, they said maybe itneeded a little work to make it more feminine, so it was off to theclinic again for some facial feminization surgery. After the bandagescame off I felt. She could hear people behind her reading her back, looking her over, planning what they wanted to do. Finally she heard a man ask, "May I?" Certainly," she heard X say. Then she felt hands on her shoulders pushing her down. She dropped to her knees, her hands out to the side to steady herself. Then she felt a blunt object nudging at her lips. She reached up and wrapped her hand around this strange cock, opened her mouth and licked the head as it slipped in.As Donna began sucking his cock, the. My pussy immediately flared out its lips and started leaking into my panties. I chose the middle stall and went in. I had certainly heard of gloryholes before, but I had never encountered one until that day. They were holes about seven inches around, with duct tape along the sides. I wiped off the toilet, and pissed as I read the things on the wall. Obviously a lot of men used this stall to get sucked on by what I presumed to be other guys at the time. I steadly rubbed my button thinking about.