‘Yes,’ I said fearfully. Then he asked, ‘Are you in a hotel room with man you’ve known for just over an hour?’ ‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘Are... you begging him to fuck you?’ he asked with a menacing smirk. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Why hadn’t I seen it before? It was so simple. For the first time in my life I felt completely free. It didn’t negate my career or my accomplishments. It didn’t make my MBA in marketing go away. It just meant that I was a stacked babe who liked to fuck.. My cock was already starting to swell at the thought of what I was going to see, and I was hoping I hadn’t missed much. I got about halfway down the upstairs hallway before I could see anything. My wife was pinned up against the bedroom wall, and some Hispanic stud was fucking her from behind. Her breasts were mashed against the wall, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open as she moaned and urged this bull to keep on fucking her. The stud that was slamming his prick into my wife was young, not. "Those two who sold you to me said youwere a girl," she explained. "I wanted a girl. They sold me a girl.I bought a girl. And now, you are the girl I wanted and bought. Itreally is quite simple." But I'm boy; I'm not a girl." You just think you're a boy. Physically, you're very much a girlnow, Elnar." Olgindra looked him over carefully. "But we must dosomething about that name of yours." But you knew I wasn't a girl before. You knew I didn't like dressingup as one. And now you've gone and. But I loved you, Bobby, and I forgave you.”Melanie paused and glanced back at the men before continuing.“So now we both know that it ain’t gonna be a big deal to you and you ain’t gonna blame your friends about this next part.“Melanie pulled her tube top down and the fullness of her breasts plopped out. They were the second and third thing that Melanie possessed that Meg Ryan didn’t. Melanie had fully round and ripe breasts with taut nipples. The kind that Meg Ryan probably wished were hers..