You head for the adult bookstore preview booths to kick back and watch some porn and jerk off – maybe even cop a blow job from some faggot back ther...e. You open the door to a booth – and you see a nude woman in high heels inside. But wait, it isn’t a woman at all; “she” has a cock. But, still, she ain’t half bad looking…nice tits, too. Your dick is already hard, and “she” smiles and says Hi! “She” quickly follows that up with: “You want a blowjob, honey?” You check “her” out a little more. All at extravagantly high prices. Fortunately, my master has deep pockets and I can get the best ingredients for cooking. The old man elf always got Hungariston Vantha root to add to his Barathine Stew that many people rant and rave about. Of course, it’s become one of my many famous dishes everyone crowds the inn for. I head over to the exotic herbs and spices shop off in the farthest corner of the market. Almost hidden in the corner. “Ahh, Tannivh, just in time.”“Lady Miranda, nice to see you. . Right now!... I mean it, right now.....Right now....I'll tell him to stop...."Rolf please," I managed to whimper quietly, my feelings and my needs conflicting badly."Please what?" he replied, quietly, gently, almost as you would speak to a c***d.I shivered in his arms, whispering almost inaudibly, "You know what. You know." Then say it Jenny. Just say it." Please stop Rolf," I managed to get out. "Please stop undoing my blouse....I want you to. I need you to, but please Rolf, please." My body. There's a sensitivity that's almost feminine at this point, where every touch produces a mental gasp, despite the almost complete lack of movement. The very tip of one finger, the very tip of one cock.I tease myself from the outside in. Sometimes a thin sheet helps, an additional covering to numb the pulse. I rub, slowly but surely; sliding fingers down the sides of the solid shaft; tracing the familiar outline of the hardness.My cock isn't unusual, I don't think. It's soft over hard, stretchy.