.Fuck…It’s so hot being used baby” she whispered.I ripped her top now. She wasn’t wearing any bra. As my cock was fucking her ass, I held her ...by her throat by my left hand and pinch her nipples with my left hand. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it hard. Slapping her boobs and pulling her nipples. I slapped her cheeks. While I kept fucking her ass there standing in the kitchen.She was moaning and enjoying all this rough treatment. I couldn’t control any longer. My greatest fear is that someone might spot me, but if I wear a lot of make-up and my wig sufficiently covers my hair and shoulders I should get away with it. But what I think I really need are some girlfriends.I’d probably head to one of their flats. I’d get changed there too. I’d put on my panties, bra and tights; something sexy but also easy to wear. I’d put on my cutest dress. Not sexy, but cute. I believe that goes better on me. I’d put on some make-up, making sure I look good for the. . andwhat's this? Your chest seemed to have swollen up into-into small butwell-shaped breasts!Instinctively, you pulled up a forearm to cover them. Standing there likethat, all feminine in nothing but Heels and Jewelry, you quicklyexplained to Ahmad about the Robe and the misunderstanding over yourclothes. He smiled, nodded, commiserated over your poor irritated skin,and set about putting things right."You shall be bathed, your skin soothed by my slave girls, and thenallowed any costume you. .. and perhaps rathermore although one can never be quite sure. And then there is thewretched question of boyfriends.....And a very nasty surprise. Well a couple really.The author wishes to apologise for a scene containing a rathergraphic description of an act of a sexual nature, although thereader may be assured that such is by no means gratuitous butrather fully justified by all international conventions regardingplot development, characterisation, etc. Nevertheless readers of asensitive.