“Claire, who’s the guy at Reception in the blue suit?”Claire, the office manager, barely glanced up from her computer terminal.“James Foster. ...He’s joining Craig’s team.”“Who am I getting?”“Chloe McDonald. She comes highly recommended.”Emily leant in closer, grinning conspiratorially.“Can you switch them, please? Pretty please?”Claire looked at her, smirked and tapped her keyboard. “Done. But you owe me one.”Emily smiled and mouthed, ‘Thanks’ then went back to her corner office and rearranged. Slowly, I continuing thrusting inside her as my dick squirts load after load inside her. I collapse on top of her as my cock goes flaccid in her tight bum. We’re both desperately trying to catch our breath. I kiss the back of her neck before I pull out of her ass. A rope of thick cum keeps us connected before it breaks off and lands on her ass. A glob of my thick seed squirts out of her gaping butthole. I give it a soft slap before rolling onto my back. She takes a couple of minutes to recoup. “I can only hope . . . if we get naughty on our date . . . that Michael can do that to me,” she said still staring at me. I laughed quietly and then said:“Don’t be too disappointed if it doesn’t happen. I know his mind will be thinking more about his cock . . . and needed relief . . . if he takes your off clothes, honey. But don’t be afraid to encourage him anyways.”“Look at your cock,” she said, pointing and staring at my shaft that had remained at full length during my lovemaking. “Now it's. In return I promised Him that I would serve Him faithfully as long as I lived, and labor for Him in the brothels of Hell for eternity. And I meant everything I said. Then I masturbated to completion. After I came, I felt silly, and brushed it off as a sexual fantasy.So, whether I was BORN "that way," or became that way as a result of my pact with Satan, I gradually found myself gravitating toward homosexual thoughts, and a few days later, I experimented with cross dressing for the first time..