His body shivered as the remnants of the orgasm passed over him, making her shiver as well. He lowered his head, showing the first signs of fatigue an...d opened his mouth to breathe heavily. Several drips of sweat dropped from his face onto her chest and neck."Mmmm... baby...," she sighed contentedly.She moved her hips subtly around him and his body jerked uncontrollably. He pushed himself up, straightening his back, his thighs spread around her butt so he was still inside of her. He looked down. " So you would be helping them, wouldn't you. Doing them a favor?" I guess. Maybe." People who do things for others to make them feel good are good people, aren't they?" Sure." So if you make love to people, make them feel good, you'd be a good person, wouldn't you?" I hope so." And if you did that really well, that would be a good thing. Because it would make them feel really good, wouldn't it?"Sure. If you do something well, people appreciate it." And how do you get good at something?. Condoms? I asked her. Im on the pill she said breathlessly. And with that she pulled her hip down as far as she could without letting my cock slide out, and then drove them upwards, slamming herself into me. I was pumping furiously, her cunt softly grabbing my cock, rubbing it, not tight , but not loose, more than enough to keep a firm grasp on my member. My brain was on fire. Every single motion I made prompted me to fuck faster, both my hands on her asscheeks, pulling her warmth ever closer.. Ipronounced my submission, which he took with pride. In response, heforbade any further show of my testes in front of him or the world. Thetucking was to be undone only twice a week for hygiene, then promptlyrestored.The transwoman he had called did a great job, giving me a very smoothappearance. She was very sweet and understanding, and even congratulatedme for this further step into womanhood. Then Mustapha, while I was stilllying in stirrups, imposed his hand on my shrinker and repeated:.