Instead of having the brass to correct him, I lied and said the report was coming along just fine. When I reached my cubical, I took a deep breath, an...d forced myself to start working on it. My fingers began to type—the weekend was over.I didn't get far when my cell rang. I fished it out of my pocket, and saw that it was my wife, Monica, calling. I smiled; she must be having a slow day, too. She was a teller at the Bank of America branch in Parkland, and always had the best stories about some of. I noticed as I looked down that the top couple of buttons on her shirt were undone and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples standing proud on her little puffy bee stings, OMG this was going to be good punishment, “Yes Sharon, I would like you to suck it” I replied and as she pulled the skin back to expose the shiny swollen head a drop of precum oozed out the tip, “Mmm sir, nice sir” she sighed as her tongue ran around the tip scooping it up before she ran her. . whatlittle was left of the man had already made up his mind, his days ashuman and as a male were going to be over, he had enjoyed his humiliationand would regret never seeing his family or friends ever again... whatelse was left?He just wanted it to be over, to get a cunt, become a she and move on...With a renewed impetus he lay on his back, his dick obscuring his vision.He put his small mouse paws over the phallus, his feet over the largescrotum, and started to scratch his claws around. John pulled her legs up and looked over her shoulder, not sure, what he wanted to do?John licked from her swollen clitoris, over her engorged pussy folds and beautiful taint, finally reaching the tight asshole. He began flipping his tongue at the edges of the orifice but staying away from the hole. She giggled as if she actually waited for the bottom line. The giggling sound was telling that she felt it good and enjoyed it. John decided to expand the use of his tongue at the hole. She almost.