I began to massage her breasts, studiously avoiding the nipples. Pleasure and desire warred with her sense of independence and years of feminist train...ing. She squirmed, trying to get some stimulation to her engorged nipples. I kept my hands on the lush mounds, away from the nipples. Anger and lust mingled together in her expression, and always, the fire remained. Her hips squirmed, trying to get stimulation on her clit, too. "You get pleasure when I want you to get pleasure, bitch." I told her. She nips his nipple and I lick a line up his neck, she strokes him lightly and I fondle his balls and caress his ass. I feel her gently pushing him towards the bed so I move and she lays him down. There's a fire in her eye that makes me shiver with excitement, as she lays him down he grabs for her and for a second I think she was going to shove him away but she catches herself and she follows his guidance to his head. " Please I want to taste you."She climbs over him but faces towards me and. As much as I triedto convince myself of the impossibility of this situation, a millionfeminine sensations wracked my body in opposition to this claim!Everything just felt wrong to me. From the way my new, longer, blondehair easily "swished" with each passing breeze, to my new girlishstance, shortened height, and shrunken features. The jersey seemed kindof baggy around my arms and upper torso, which was probably due to mynew slender, weak, girlish arms and narrow shoulders. The weight of mynew. ..I decided to go further with my new toy, so today I inserted it as I got out of the shower, and kept it in all day at work. I was worried that people might notice me walking a bit different, or it might just fall out, but it stayed in there nice and snug, and I felt myself gently massaging myself in the chair when no one was around. This was all very well until I realised I was leaking precum like a fountain! I went to the gents, and made a big wad of toilet paper to wrap around my cock. To.