Falling to my knees, I opened my mouth, as he positioned his cock between the bars.?Bitch?, was his only utterance as I began to perform oral upon him....What a picture I must have made, dressed as a sissy, sucking on his big Turkish cock, as my wife lay feet away being fucked by his mate. Somehow being dressed in such a manner, seemed to make me feel really submissive, actually I began to feel that I wasn?t a real man at all.Judging by the size of my little cock, next to Osman and Ahmet, I don?t. She is much more experienced than me I thought to myself, anxious that I would not be able to please my heartbeat had grown to a terrifying crescendo. I took solace in the fact that she would let me know exactly how she should be treated, much like in the authoritive and forceful way she told me what she expected form me in the pictures we had previously exchanged.I reached the door to the green room took one deep breath and entered, she was sitting on a sofer at the far end of the room, her. .?" I was well clearthat I now had breasts, what else had happen to me, Iwondered."Relax, I am Doctor Max Stingray, every thing will beexplained to you very shortly. We are just waiting for yourfriend Priss; she can explain everything to you.Suddenly the door open there stood Priss, instead ofwearing her usually leather biker cloths, she was wear aconservative black suit. I decided to make a joke, baddecision."Whose funeral?" with a whispered cough, I still was bugabout this body, what the hell. This time, when she looks at me, there are no questions, just a big smile. The coat is replaced on the seat next to her. The knickers have fallen back into place, and this time the woman clearly doesn’t want the hassle. She lifts her buttocks and pulls her knickers down and off, stuffing them in her bag. Her legs part, and she slowly slides the dildo down between her pussy lips.Whatever anxiety may be there, it’s overtaken by other feelings. She twists the base of the dildo. There’s a gentle.