Kelly gripped the sides of her chair, clamped her jaw shut and held it tightly and had a massive orgasm. She slammed her knees shut and squirted. She ...sprayed his hands but was able to keep from blasting him full-on.As soon as her orgasm passed Kelly leaned forward and moved her hands from his knees up his thighs and under his toga.“Are you wearing underwear!?” she asked incredulously.“Sorry!” was his reply as he lifted his butt from the chair and quickly slid them off then scooted them under. "Tina asked how deep the lube was affecting me, and I told her it was only on the outer parts. She pushed and I tried getting some deeper inside and then letting Freddy fuck me. I'm sorry, dear, but I was right. He wasn't even able to get the head inside before it hurt too much." It was brave of you to try," I promised, and I gave her a kiss to let her know I still loved her.Suddenly, her stomach growled quite loudly. Instead of apologizing, she simply said, "I suppose I should go eat. I. The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame. Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid. It was the stares. The inescapable feeling that everyone knew. Knew what had happened to her. Knew she had changed. Knew that she was a boiling cauldron of lust, desire, and need. Knew all they had to do was demand it and she would fall to the floor legs open, ready for a conquest she was all too well aware would not satiate the ever insistent desire. I've had some requests for the beginning of my story, the tale of how I became Mistress Anne's devoted - and transformed! - "lesbian" slavegirl and slutty she-male maid. Here's how it all began:I woke slowly, or half-woke, still drifting in the dream - a bizaare but very erotic dream in which I tried on various pieces of lingerie at the orders of a mysterious dark-haired woman. I was warm, comfortable, and very aroused. Sliding my hands drowsily across my stomach, I realized that I seemed to be.