Whenever she described what she eventuallywanted him to physically become, he thrilled with a shudder ofanticipation and dread, but nothing had hurt h...im, much less harmed him,so far. And in spite of, or because of, the hormone cocktails she fedhim, despite the fact that he was becoming more and more physicallyfeminized, as he already was mentally, it had not only not shrunk hispenis and testicles, as is usually the case when Mistresses gave theirmale slaves such concoctions, but had actually. Especially now that Pok was staying with this betrayer of souls, this Mtumbe, this traitor to his creed."Pok," he implored of the short man, "think of what it is that you do. When you die (I do not say 'if') you will carry down the river with you all of the knowledge I have bestowed upon you. Wasted, wasted ... Come with us, boy. Hurry!"Pok looked as if he might waver, but glanced aside at Bethut, next to him, and he gripped her hand fiercely. "Bethut will stay, and I will stay. And we will. I was desperate and wanted to fuck her tight hole at any cost. I stopped talking and she was disappointed as she didn’t want to sleep and wanted to keep chatting.After some time, there wasn’t any movement on her side and I assumed she fell asleep. I took the liberty and opened all the buttons of her shirt one by one. Oh my god! I could see her tight boobs inviting me to suck. I took photos on my mobile and turned off the lights.Then I slowly slid my hand on her navel. It was smooth like butter.. "Suddenly three streaks of color went past me into the sitting room. I came back out and sat with Sam. The girls were on the couch switching channels, trying to find something to watch. I think they settled on the WB channel or something. Sam was at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured myself some java. "Sam, you had mentioned something about an opportunity for me coming up, can you give me a hint before breakfast, or do I have to wait some.