“Do you see what you have done?” you demand in that low growl, the one that turns me molten. Doe-eyed, I inquire, “What should I do about it?�...� “Fix it,” you say, standing and shedding your jeans. Your cock is already rock hard in your hand as you grasp the knot of hair on my head. I sink easily to the floor, tongue darting out to wet my lips with anticipation. My lips slide round your cock with practiced ease. It always stretches them tight. I push down, drawing your hard cock deep, skin. I shouted through the gag. There was no response. I shouted again, but I couldn't hear anything from outside the room. He'd left me. I protested one last time, a halfhearted attempt at a swearword, that he probably didn't even hear. The pain from the nipple clamps had become less intense, so I tried to think straight. He'd given me a task to perform for my punishment, and would only let me go once I'd completed it. I had to write something sexy for him.I tried to think of an erotic story to. He fucked me for at least ten minutes, which was a long time given how aroused we both were and me previously sucking him. But finally, he stiffened up and gently pressed his huge cock head against my cervix as he flooded my pregnant pussy and womb with his massive load of young cum. I had the most intense orgasm of my life.After Josh pulled out of me I had him, lie in front of me again so I could clean his cock of our fuck juices with my mouth. He was reluctant to suck his own cum from my. Then he started torealize how different he felt. He had breasts! His hands looked smallerand slender. He moved his hands downwards, only to confirm his worstfears. He is a woman! He takes a look around to get his bearings.A middle aged woman walks up to him, "Are you OK Jennifer? You lookpale." I don't feel so good. Where are the toilets?" Where they have always been, out back in the loading bays." Bill runs out to the back. With each step, he could feel the breastsjiggle. Slamming the.