She stopped telling me the story until we reached my hotel. On the way, she was looking at me funny. Since I was holding her, her face was very close....Kumari smelled me. I wasn’t wearing any perfume still she said, “You smell nice.”Inside my hotel room, we ordered dinner and started eating. Kumari had stopped crying. She continued with the story.“My father did not love me. He was training me. One day he brought a stranger into our house. His name was Subhash. He said he’s my mother’s. When my hairdresser was done with him he looked quite feminineand could easily pass as such. The only thing that still gavehim away was his walk, but after only a few strict practicesessions both his walk and mannerisms also became quite passable.All that was ten months ago.Now my submissive female slave fully accepts her new role inlife. She takes her hormone pills all by herself and I only usethe tranquilizers when I have something special planned, likewhen I chastised her.I got her so loaded. "Did you talk about me ?" I ask, expecting to be told 'no'. Jenny frees her mouth, but not her hands, and carefully chooses her words. "Not really", she lied, " I shaved her, then we played on my old bed". Then remembering about Sky never actually having had any luck with other girls, Jenny added with pride, "she's never been with other girls, I'm her first. Oh, and she's only wanked a few guys from college, I'm sure she said she's a proper cock virgin". As the sentence finished, Jenny. Then one of them, a gorgeous black girl, got on her knees and started to lick my dick, after having asked Gerda for permission, which she gave with another devious grin. So, here I was, sitting on a bar stool, getting a blow job by a professional while another one was massaging my back with her perky tits, my hands were pulled to grab some tits and butts, making me almost unconscious by lust.My friend Gerda appeared happy about the reception which I got, but when my dick reached its full,.