"You did a good job and I appreciate it." Thanks," I said.Back in Tracy's bedroom, the girls paused in their conversation whenLaurie and I entered the... bedroom. She sat down and said, "it's prettyamazing. Greg is very good at licking vaginas, that's for sure." Exactly," Alicia said. "I think it makes him very happy to do that." You've done an amazing job in training Greg," Laurie said."Yes, Greg is very well trained," Tracy said.I was standing awkwardly in the middle of the girls wondering if I. These girls, I assumed, were futas.I had heard of futas before, of course, but barely. I just knew they were girls with dicks. I had no idea that they all towered over me, or that many had bigger muscles and noticeably bigger bulges than any man in my family. Nor did I know they dressed so revealingly.About half the futas wore a school uniform; a beige suit jacket, green shirt, a knee-length dark green skirt and beige knee-high socks. Now, that’s all fine and dandy, but the remaining futas were. ” Again silence, then, “I never do that, you know. I never let Cuck do it. He was insanely jealous.”I relish the moment. “You never let him cum on your face, you mean?” This is getting better and better.“No.” A pause. “I’m not some slut, you know. You made me feel like a slut.”“Just get those panties off, Pet. And expect a visit.” I cut the call.Since I run my own company from home, there’s nobody to get on my back for taking time off. I drive steadily, carefully. If Pet has to wait a little. Your tight black short pants, very short pants, cup and hug you butt, you tight and perfect butt. Your legs, lean and smooth, slip into your white gym shoes. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You like what you see. You look like an athlete, a hot athlete. Your body feels good, fit, healthy, pumped and alive, really alive. As you consider which weight you want to try you hear a noise and I enter the gym. We don’t make eye contact, two strangers in a gym late at night. I move to the weights.