Something ... pomegranates! It's pomegranates!" What!?" Oh, Christ, that is divine," she plunged her middle finger back through Vicky's slit, elicitin...g a surprised shriek from the younger woman, and then did the same with her own pussy on the index finger."Here!" she said, offering them both to Vicky lips. "Taste!" No!" Vicky cried in shock, but with more than a little curiosity."What?" Celeste looked surprised herself. "Have you seriously never tasted yourself?" No!" Vicky affirmed, eyes. There were three groups of customers inside, two couples and three middle aged women. The owner and the other staff member were going back and forth between the three groups while they looked at necklaces, rings and earrings."You know, if we sold a couple of those things, we could buy you that dress, and maybe even get a limo! Wouldn't that be great?" I said excitedly."You're not serious. Of course it would be nice, but don't be silly. We can't do something like that. Imagine what would happen. I feel comfortable enough in my own masculinity that I've never felt the temptation of a bit of gender swapping. Maybe that's just an excuse, but it feels true.But there's another angle: I'm tired of being me. Maybe being this woman Felcher wants me to be will be some kind of release. Say goodbye to Martin for a while and spend a mental holiday as Martina, coming back to myself refreshed and whole. That's the idea, anyway.I don't know if I could cope with the sex. I mean, Felcher's no oil. Nina could see several breasts with their nipples pierced, and even a lifelike vulva with both its clitoris and labia pierced. She felt herself growing cold with fear about what was going to happen to her. She stared at her Mistress, not daring to say anything that might embarrass Gretchen, but she wasn’t sure which scared her more—Gretchen’s wrath, or the modification to her body that she was sure was about to happen.A curtain at the rear of the shop parted and a very imposing woman came.