Then my fingers find their way to my stuff. Even when it doesn't get hard, it does fill with blood and respond to my ministrations. It feels as relaxi...ng as ever to lie here playing.I rub my nipples against the sheets, feeling them harden and grow. I am very proud of my breasts, one of my best features. After five years of hormones, my nipples and aureoles filled out and developed beautifully. Two years ago, I had implants and I am so pleased with a full B cup. I resisted getting larger ones. Coming...coming....I manage-even as my ass oozes hot stickiness between my cheeks.THEN, for the first time, Tray's massive black cock is in my mouth. With the huge hot head pressed against the back of my throat, the gush comes in a white hot wave. For the last time unthinking, I cut it off from coursing down my throat with the base of my tongue, until a flashing remembrance pushes through my finally subsiding orgasm: wait-I swallow!Yes, I'm definitely THAT kind of a black cock slut. The kind. Please, don’t make me suck the dog.”Cathy stroked the dogs sheath encased cock getting him hard. “Oh you are going to suck Max’s cock” she told Dee. “You’re going to suck his cock and swallow his cum.” The dog’s dick slowly came to life as he licked the face of his lover to be. Dee struggled against her bonds as Cathy stroked dog’s cock. “I will give you a choice. Max fucks your face or your cunt. Which is it?” Jamie slid her hand down over Dee’s ass and between her legs as the dark haired. A touch of lip gloss. Some mysterious pigments from jars. When I see myself I have trouble recognizing me. Even my hands and feet have changed. I try several nail polishes and settle on a faint pink. Ruth approves. When she's not around I try some wilder makeup experiments. The results are garish. I look like something from an old movie. The hell with this. I am still the same person. Or not that different anyway. Yet. Ruth is married to John now. I still don't know him well. I don't think I.