We were close to Andrew and I saw him watching when I wrapped both arms around my lover's neck and slipped down onto his monumental prick. “Look, n...o hands." Steven laughed. Only my arms around his neck, and his deeply-buried cock, held me up. “You're filling me,” I squealed. "Fucking hell… oh yes, you're filling me right up.” “I'm gonna fill you with spunk,” he hissed, and I thought I could die from the pleasure his prick was providing. “Fuck, yes," I gasped into his mouth. "Shag me,. He pinched my nose and smiled. "You look so cute," he told me, causing me to blush.I gave him my cutest little look back.The last part of it was a pair of straps that went in between my legs and came from behind and were buckled in front. Each strap was on the side of my pussy, causing the lips to part and splay a little. He couldn't see through my shorts, but I could feel it and suddenly I felt unbelievably vulnerable and exposed."OK," I said, still blushing, "Your turn to try it on."He looked. I was shamed beyond words.It kept happening, about once a month. Eventually, my a full year ofbeing forced into this bizarre gender limbo was drawing to a close. Theywanted to do something special as a 'treat' for me. I dreaded findingout what that was. It turned out that, while Drake relaxed at our houseand watched football, Vicky took me to a unisex salon and had a fey youngman consider my hair, which is normally a dull brown. He recommended ashampoo and conditioner. I dared to hope. I’m a grown man. Much as I appreciate what you did for me when I was a student, I’m not looking to you for guidance now.’ He glanced at me, his eyes burning with heat as they devoured my body. ‘I think you have other things to offer me now.’ I shivered. ‘Well, if it’s not me you’re angry with, who is it?’ I actually saw his knuckles tighten on the wheel. ‘Maybe you didn’t notice that you have a damn rapist after you now. That would explain why you’re wrestling with moral dilemmas instead of.