”“That's a good girl. Now suck it good, or I'm gonna have to shock you again.”He did something with the chains and my arms now had the freedom t... hang down to my sides, but it was only for me to get on my knees because that's exactly where he guided me to, then I heard him undo his pants and grab the back of my head as he pushed his dick right into my mouth. I remembered what he said about shocking me so I made sure to do my best and sucked his dick as best I could. He had a nice long thick. She saw I was hard again which made her struggle more. He was still glistening with her saliva. I quickly switched positions so I was facing her feet, my legs still had her arms pinned, my balls now hovering above her mouth. “Let’s see how much you hate this”, and with that I pulled the soaked panties aside and slide two fingers into her soaked cunt.“NOOOOOOO” she wailed, but with just a pumps in and out, I could feel her cunt squeeze hard around my fingers. She started to scream but I. Sitting upright in the bed and allowing the covers to fall away from her upper body to reveal full, rounded breasts tipped with rosy nipples and aureoles enticingly covered by falls of pale gold hair, Morgan wept and gave way to Morgana. At least in name and gender terminology.Tears streamed down her cheeks for minutes. Tears of loss, for humanity and a maleness that would never be experienced again save in memory. For friends who would be forever out of reach in the new life awaiting. Tears. Which meant, as much as I liked sex, an intelligent conversation before-or even after-was a good thing. And I wasn't getting much of that. Despite my grades and intelligence, what I was known for was for being The Quarterback. And, because of that, what I got in the way of female talent were the brainless bimbo cheerleader-types.Oh, sure, that's another stereotype-but that's what my experience was. The girls that mooned over the stud quarterback were usually cheerleaders (or wannabes) and.