His hair is hanging over his face lightly. I can’t help but smile, “of course I am. I want more, I’m okay. It’s perfect.” His lips meet mi...ne once more; he slowly begins to thrust inside me. He only moves half of his cock at first, until he is certain I’m okay. When he starts moving his entire shaft inside me, he reaches down between us and plays with my clit at the same time. I let out a moan, gasping with desires. I look down, watching as his cock pulls all the way out and sinks back deep. Next to her the body of the buck was hanging, its head to one side.The workers now stepped closer, knifes in their hands. They were ready to finish the job of turning life into pieces of meat. Little did the worthless cunt realize that was precisely what her owner intended to do to her as well. Dumb fucking animals, I tell you."I am ready to prepare the meat," John said to one of his friends. "Are you going to call the rest?" They are on their way, I think you can start if you want to."I smiled. The next morning, Linda Jett climbed out of bed, remembering she nowhad a real vagina like she always wanted. She dressed quickly in a maroonsweater, denim jeans and tan hose, slipped off her black shoes and headeddown to meet her mother."You okay, honey?" her mother asked. "I'm better than all right." Linda said as she struck a sexy pose beforegoing to the salon. "I'm whole... body and soul." "Hey Amy!" Linda called out as she ran so fast that her loafers almost flewoff her feet. "If sorry. Passing it to a woman, she leaves the reception, walking through some double doors and disappearing.Your name was Peter Newman, a regular guy who just happened to find a website one day offering millions of dollars to come on a game show. You hadn't heard of this game show, so you were sceptical at first, but with your brother advising you to do it, you found yourself signing up. The document you signed required your name, address, age and a picture of your face. Weirdly, you had to describe.