Buzz. "I think you should touch yourself for me."The tingles run down my spine. My fingernails start to tease the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. M...y mind wanders to our last phone sex session. The memory of the sound of his voice makes my already swollen clit throb. I've never had such an intense reaction to just the sound of someone's voice. Maybe it was because we had already known so much about each other. How much alike we were. How much we both wanted the same types of things. How much. What she didn’t know was that I wanted to lick her pussy and was surprised when I got down on my knees and lifted her legs over my shoulders. As I lowered my head down on her red pubic hairs my fingers slid along beside her puffy lips. Her hands went to my head then,drawing my mouth down firmly against her wet slit.Lisa was surprised when my tongue dipped her cum into my mouth. ”God damn” she said taking a deep breath “oh that feels good”. Lisa was told I was a virgin but what she didn’t know. "Now you will be the property instead of the owner!", Brenlan spat atthe altered Trex. A gorgeous woman now stood where the whore-monger had. She examined herfrail. muscleless arms and then the enormous breasts she now had. "How does womanhood feel whore-master!?", Brenlan howled in laughter. "Change me back!", the woman bawled in fear of what would happen to heras this sex. "No, I don't think so. You make a fine whore since you've had so muchexperience in that field!", Brenlan baited. "Now YOU. Depends on size and, well, consideration. Rape’s got to hurt. It’s violent. Making love shouldn’t hurt.” She nodded and looked away. We sat there silently for a while. “Why’d you ask?” “Heard girls talking about doing it.” “Curious, huh?” She nodded. “You want to try, try to do it?” “What did you mean about size?” “Well, sometimes the boy’s organ is very small, or the girl’s birth canal is. Maybe he is big so they don’t fit together right, easily. That might hurt, hurt one or the other, maybe.