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   " I know it looks like a great account on paper, but I don't think that
we should pursue it. "
   Martin could hardly believe his ears. Their newly formed marketing
company was barely scraping by, and his partner Judy seemed to be passing on
a great opportunity.
   It wasn't like her. Her aggressive attitude towards business was one of
the reasons Martin had been so eager to partner up with her. That, and the
fact that he was in falling in love with her. But there was something she
wasn't telling him. He was sure of it.
   " Come on, Judy, this account is huge. If Berkeley comes over, other
accounts will follow. He's obviously interested. We just have to reel him
in. "
   The two partners were having an early lunch together. Judy wouldn't raise
her deep brown eyes to meet his gaze. Yes, something was definitely
bothering her. He could see it in the way that she was biting her lower lip.
   " I'm not sure Berkeley is worth the trouble, Martin. I think he wants a
little more of a relationship than strictly business. "
   It took a second for her words to sink in. Then a minor surge of jealousy
coursed through Martin's chest. No, he didn't have a right to be jealous. He
had no claim on Judy. He hadn't even told her his feelings. Nonetheless,
during the last few weeks, while consummating their business partnership,
Martin had felt closer than ever to the striking brunette.
   " Did he proposition you ? God damn it, why does shit like that have to
come in to it ?"
   " Not exactly. "
   Martin puzzled.
   " One of the girls at the office then ?"
   " No. " She raised her eyes for the first time in the exchange. " He
wanted you. Berkeley wanted you to be his 'girlfriend' for an evening, and
then he'd give us his full account. I turned him down flat. "
   Of all the unexpected twists, this was the last one that Martin would
have envisioned. It was almost funny. One of the reasons that Judy had
wanted to leave Pearson Marketing was because of constant sexual advances by
upper management. Needless to say, as a guy, Martin had never had that
problem.
   It wasn't surprising for a beautiful girl like Judy. Her mother was
partially Asian, passing on an exotic look that so many men around the
office had found irresistible. The only reason Martin hadn't made any moves
himself was because she always complained to him about the advances. So they
settled into a close friendship that later developed into a business
partnership.
   Martin reacted with disbelief in his voice.
   " Oh my god, what kind of a sick bastard is this guy. He doesn't think
I'm gay, does he ?"
   " I don't know. It doesn't matter. You certainly wouldn't expect me to do
anything like this, and I didn't even consider his proposition for a moment.
No account is big enough to make that kind of sacrifice for. "
   Martin shook his head, stunned.
   " Okay then. I guess we'll just have to forget about Berkeley. "
   And the topic was closed.

   Except for the fact that it wasn't quite so easy for Martin to simply
forget about Berkeley. As much as he knew that Judy didn't blame him, the
loss of the account weighed heavily on his mind. In marketing, if you can't
close the big accounts, you're finished. Small businesses just don't have
the kind of cash flow that it takes to support a large marketing campaign.
   So far, they had come up almost empty. More each day, Martin could see
discouragement setting in around the office.
   And more each day, Martin's mind was drawn back to the unusual lunch-time
conversation.
   Evan Berkeley wanted Martin to be his 'girlfriend' for an evening.
   How bizarre. Martin had only met the large man once, and then only
briefly. In that meeting, the man had seemed strictly interested in
business.
   It was just too hard to figure out. Almost too hard to even think about.
   Another thing that Martin was trying not to think about was the financial
realities of the newly formed venture. Each day brought new expenses, mainly
covered by Judy's dwindling savings. Martin's own meagre savings had already
been swallowed.
   Sure, Judy had been able to win over a couple of mid-sized customers from
her previous client list, but it wasn't enough to support the company.
Martin had been less successful. While creatively talented, he hadn't had
much personal contact with his clients. That was hurting the small firm now.
   They had hired three employees right from the start. Now, it was getting
to the point that they would have to consider laying them off. Martin and
Judy were delaying that decision as long as possible. The problem was,
without the other employees, the small firm couldn't handle a large account
even if they landed it. If the partners lost these talented people, they
might as well close the doors.
   Again, thoughts of the Berkeley account floated through Martin's head. It
was impossible to ignore the kind of impact that the large corporate account
could have on their future. An account that size could put the little firm
on the map. Other accounts would follow.
   They were so damned close. A slight jostle of fortune would either make
the firm a success, or an utter failure.
   Judy knew it too. He could see by the tension on her face. He hated to
see her that way. Of course she would never ask him to consider Berkeley's
offer. She had dismissed the possibility instantly. There's no way to know
whether she would have considered the offer if it had been directed at her
instead. In a strange way, that would have been even more distressing to
Martin. It was far too much to ask for either of them.
   Or was it ?
   Martin wondered himself. No one wanted the partnership to succeed more
than he did. He had convinced Judy to quit her job. He had found the office
location. In the end, it was him who had pressed forward. For what ? Because
he was in love with her ? For the chance to become closer to her ?
   Now, they were failing. All he had to do was give up his pride for one
night, and it would save them. A single sacrifice, and neither one would
have to go crawling back to Pearson.
   How bad could it possibly be ?
   That was the final question. Ironically, Martin wondered if it was the
same question that Judy had asked herself dozens of times when faced with
harassment at Pearson. He never wanted her to have to go back to that.
   The sickening answer to the question inevitably came to him.
   Whatever it was, he could probably handle it. Not for himself. For her.

   Martin waited until Judy and the staff were out for lunch. He and Judy
shared the one private office, and he definitely didn't want her to overhear
the conversation. Even once he was totally alone, he had a difficult time
getting himself to make the call. It had been over a week since Berkeley had
visited the office. Martin wasn't sure about how he could approach the man.
   He held his breath as his finger hovered over the final digit of the
phone number.
   Now or never.
   " Evan Berkeley's office, " a female voice chirped  from the other end of
the line.
   " Yes, could I speak to Mr. Berkeley ?"
   " I'm afraid he's in a conference. Could we call you back ?"
   Martin paused.
   " Okay. It's Martin Coleman from Creative Designs Marketing. Should I
give you the number ?"
   " No, I'm sure we have it on file. We'll get back to you in the next
half-hour. "
   He almost hoped that they wouldn't. It would take the choice out of his
hands. His heart raced with the uncertainty as he prayed that he would get
an answer before Judy came back.
   As the end of lunch neared, and the staff began to reappear in the
office, the phone rang again. Martin had to be quick to answer the phone
before anyone else.
   " Creative Designs..."
   " Hello, is this Martin Coleman ? "
   " Yes. "
   " Hi, this is Priscilla from Evan Berkeley's office. Mr. Berkeley was
quite pleased to hear from you. He would like to meet with you tonight. He
will award the marketing contract based on the outcome of that meeting. Can
I schedule you for 7:00 ?"
   " Um yeah."
   The woman gave him the address of a downtown hotel, a room number, and
the name of Evan Berkeley's personal assistant, Pauline McDonald, who would
meet him there. Martin scribbled down the details, all the while nervously
watching the office door. Judy would be back soon.
   She would probably figure everything out anyhow, he imagined, after the
Berkeley account fell into place. She was too smart to not figure it out.
But right now, he didn't want her to know. It was too embarrassing. She
might even try to convince him not to go through with it. Once it was done,
and they had the account, he just hoped that he could live with this
decision.

   Martin stood nervously at the door to Evan Berkeley's suite. All day,
he'd been trying to argue himself out of doing this. The idea of having sex
with a guy was one that Martin had never really considered. The women in his
life had always provided enough fantasies to fill his imaginings. More than
enough, really. He loved every wonderful curve of womanhood. He had never
considered anything else. Now his mind was forced onto unfamiliar images.
The idea of pleasing a man sexually was entirely foreign to him.
   The fact that this was probably the most expensive suite in the city
didn't do much to calm Martin's nerves. A security guard had quickly frisked
him when he stepped out from the elevator, and now eyed him suspiciously as
he paused outside of Evan's door.
   As much as some part of him wanted to, Martin wasn't going to allow
himself to back away now. Not with everything at stake. He tapped lightly on
the door.
   The girl who answered wasn't much older than Martin. Somehow, he had
expected a slightly older woman to be Berkeley's personal assistant. The
twenty-something girl seemed almost as nervous as he was.
   " Please come in, " she told him, and then, as an afterthought, "oh, by
the way, you are Martin Coleman, aren't you ?"
   " Yes, I am. You must be Pauline. "
   " Oh, you can call me Paula. Um, I'm expecting Mr. Berkeley to be here
around nine o'clock, so that gives us enough time to get you ready. "
   Two hours to get ready ? Martin shook his head. What the hell did this
guy have planned ?
   Paula must have caught his confused look.
   " Oh goodness, I guess no one went over the details with you. "
   The girl's face went a little red.
   " What details ?" Martin asked.
   " I'm sorry. I'm a little embarrassed about this. You see, I've only been
employed with Mr. Berkeley for a couple of weeks now, and I wasn't quite
prepared for his more exotic tastes..."
   The whole thing got weirder by the minute.
   " Exotic tastes... " Martin repeated, with a question in his voice.
   " Well, I assume you know that he wants you to be his 'girlfriend' for
the evening. "
   It was Martin's turn to blush. He had been trying to avoid thinking about
the phrase. Admitting it to this attractive young woman compounded his
shame.
   " Uh, yeah. "
   " It seems that Mr. Berkeley wants you to be dressed like a girl. That's
what it means, to be his girlfriend."
   " Why ? I mean... " Martin could barely gather his thoughts, " if he
wants to have sex with a woman, why doesn't he just get a woman ?"
   Paula didn't seem comfortable explaining Mr. Berkeley's sexual
preferences.
   " Oh, that's not it at all. I think he's bisexual, actually. From what
I've heard, he doesn't much care who he's having sex with, as long as he's
in control. He's very dominant that way. He finds that it's the ultimate
expression of his natural dominance to make people do things they wouldn't
normally do. Most of the women we find for him are actually lesbians. He
likes to control and humiliate his sexual partners. "
   If humiliation was what the man was after, he's already got that, Martin
thought to himself. He couldn't believe that he had actually come here to
have sex with the man, much less that he was going to let this young woman
dress him up like a girl.
   He wondered briefly if Berkeley had humiliated Paula as one of his sexual
partners yet. No, the girl seemed too innocent for that. It was hard for him
to imagine a straight laced girl like her participating in any of Evan
Berkeley's twisted sexual games. Nonetheless, the girl retrieved her
notebook from a conference table in the room, and began to read the
instructions.
   " Well, I guess we'd better get your clothes off. He wants me to apply a
cream, and to bathe you. "

   The view from this penthouse suite was breathtaking, and the place was
huge. The front door opened into a conference room, adjoined to Evan
Berkeley's private living area. The girl led Martin through the living room
and into a lavish bathroom. Even here, the trappings of wealth were
apparent. The floor was a richly textured marble, and dominating the floor
space of the room was a large bath tub, already filled with soapy water.
   It looked like Paula had everything prepared. One of the counters was
piled with a selection of women's clothing, and she had several other
shopping bags nearby.
   She watched Martin expectantly.
   No point in delaying, he thought. In fact, the sooner this is over, the
better.
   He tried not to look at the young woman as he shed his clothing. Instead,
he watched himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what it was that made
Evan want to see him as a girl. Certainly, he wasn't a muscular guy, but he
tried to keep himself trim. There wasn't anything about the reflection that
struck Martin as particularly feminine, but it was difficult to make those
kinds of judgements about himself.
   Martin stripped off his underwear, and then self-consciously folded his
hands in front of his erect penis. Not much cover, really. Stripping in
front of an attractive girl definitely had an effect on him. He caught Paula
blushing. This scene was awkward for both of them.
   " Okay, let's get the cream on you. I'll have to be thorough. This cream
is to remove excess bodily hair, and Mr. Berkeley has put in my instructions
that he wants your body smooth. "
   Martin found himself wondering what other instructions were in that book.
Was there any limit to the humiliation that Evan Berkeley had planned for
this evening ?
   Paula began to wipe on the thick cream with a sponge. The sweet aroma of
the pink gel quickly filled the room.
   " This stuff is pretty strong, You'll probably feel it tingling after I
apply it. "
   Had she done this before ?
   She was right. Soon after she applied the cream to Martin's back and
arms, he could feel a warm tingling sensation spreading over his skin. She
circled around front, and began to apply the cream to his chest.
Embarrassingly, the close physical contact with Paula made Martin's cock
twitch. She was trying hard not to notice.
   Until, of course, she applied the cream to that part of his body. Martin
tried not to look down as the pretty personal assistant dropped to her
knees, and began to massage the pink cream into the flesh of his cock and
balls. The arousal was hard to fight. His swollen prick was only inches from
the girl's face.
   Finally, she applied the cream to Martin's legs, and circled around him
to do a thorough job on his ass cheeks.
   " Good, we'll just give it a minute or two, and then you can get into the
tub. "
   To say that he felt silly, standing there covered in pink cream, would be
an understatement. The sweet, almost fruity, smell was becoming
overpowering. Warm sensations surrounded him. It was a relief when she asked
him to climb into the bath.
   The warm water was covered in a thick layer of bubbles.
   Cute. A bubble bath.
   " Let me wash you. There's still plenty to do. "
   " Is that really necessary ? I can wash myself. "
   " I'm afraid so. It's in the instructions. "
   The cute blonde girl took a wash cloth, and began to scrub his body. It
quickly became apparent how effective the cream had been. As Martin assumed
various positions to allow Paula to wash his body, he could see how smooth
and hairless the cream had left him. Even course hair, like under his arms,
and his pubic hair were easily wiped away.
   " Lean over the edge of the tub, " Paula instructed. " Mr. Berkeley wants
your ass to be particularly clean."
   Martin obeyed silently. What would be the point in complaining ? He
wouldn't have gone this far if he wasn't willing to let Berkeley use his
ass.
   Even in this shameful pose, he found it impossible to control his arousal
level. Certainly, Paula was a pretty girl, and this was an intimate
situation. But there was an additional element to his arousal, and
presenting his ass in this lewd display was making it perfectly clear. There
was definitely something about being in this humiliating position that was
turning him on.
   The girl gently washed his ass with the washcloth, and warm, soapy water.
   " Good girl, " she told him.
   Was that in the script ? Martin's cock twitched again.
   Paula's soapy hands explored every part of his now smooth ass. It was
surprisingly easy for the girl to slide first one finger, and then two, into
Martin's tight rear hole.
   " That's a good girl. Let me in. Mr. Berkeley wants me to be very
thorough. "
   He tried to relax as the personal assistant pushed a third finger into
his ass. She began to splash warm soapy water into the crack of his ass with
her free hand as she continued to work her fingers inside of him. The
treatment continued for a full five minutes, as Martin remained on his
knees, leaning over the edge of the tub.
   " All right now, let's put in your butt-plug. That will keep you loose
enough for Mr. Berkeley. I've heard he's quite large. "
   Just another piece of information that Martin Coleman had never expected
to know about any of his customers. Paula retrieved the rubbery device from
one of the shopping bags, and paused to lubricate it before coming back to
Martin.
   " Nice and easy now. Just let it into you. "
   This new anal intrusion served as a reminder to Martin about what kinds
of things Evan Berkeley had planned for him this evening. He tried not to
think about it as the widest part of the plug pushed past his anal ring.
   " Great. Now you're ready to be used like a girl. All that's left is to
pretty you up a little. Come on out of the tub. "
   Paula seemed more confident in herself now. Her tone seemed almost
condescending. An easy tone to take, he had to admit, with a man who
accepted this kind of humiliation so easily. He stepped gingerly out of the
tub, his body still adjusting to the discomfort of the butt-plug.
   As the young woman began to pat him dry, Martin caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror again. This time, his body was hairless, and he had to
admit that the change made him appear more feminine. It certainly felt
strange.
   When he was fully dry, Paula patted his bottom with a hand full of baby
powder, and lightly misted his body with a touch of perfume. She then went
back to her notebook. Her face went red.
   " Well, it looks like Mr. Berkeley wants you to be wearing 'real' girl
underwear tonight. His instructions are for me to take off my own panties
and bra set, and dress you in them. "
   Martin couldn't help but be ashamed at his physical reaction to Paula's
words. He would do anything for a moment alone to masturbate. Instead, he
watched almost breathlessly as the young blonde girl reached one hand under
her skirt, and began to squirm out of her panties. In a moment, Paula's
white satin panties dropped around her ankles.
   " There, you can start with those. They might be a little tight for you,
but I'm sure Mr. Berkeley won't mind. Would you mind turning your back while
I take off my bra ?"
   He took the panties from her, and then turned his back. It was an odd
contrast, that the girl would take this measure to preserve her modesty,
while he was so indecently displayed. While she worked to remove her bra,
Martin stepped into the white panties, and pulled them up his legs.
   A snug fit, surely. The cut of the panties would accent his now smooth
ass cheeks. His penis poked up past the waistband in the front, and again,
he wished silently for a moment to relieve his sexual urges. He hoped that
Paula wasn't getting the idea that he enjoyed 'being a girl'.
   " Here you go, " Paula handed the young entrepreneur her white satin bra
while she re-buttoned her blouse. " There are some inserts on the counter to
give you the right shape. "
   Martin scanned the counter until he found the gel-filled inserts.
   " Let me help you with those, " Paula offered. She held the two soft
inserts to his chest, and helped him to fit them properly into the bra. Once
the garment was clasped on, he could feel the weight of the false breasts on
his shoulder. The shape was quite authentic.
   He avoided looking in the mirror now, knowing how silly he must look in
Paula's underwear. Next came some pantyhose. Paula had him sit on the edge
of the tub while she fitted the tight nylon over his legs. These weren't the
full hose, that would be pulled over his white panties, but rather the kind
that terminated just below his crotch.
   What's next, a garter belt ? Martin wondered how far Berkeley's
instructions went. But Paula seemed content to leave the tight skin-toned
hose clinging to his upper thighs.
   Paula went through the various clothing on the counter. On several
occasions, she had Martin hold up, or even try on the garments, while she
mixed an matched. Finally, she settled on a tight black skirt, and a
shimmering pink blouse.
   " Great... you fit into those, and I'll start getting the make-up and
jewellery together. "
   His erection was still apparent. God, he hoped that he could get himself
under control once Paula wasn't around. As it was, he could make out the
form of her bare breasts through the material of her blouse, and the
knowledge that she was wearing no panties wasn't helping either.
   Once Martin was into the clothing, Paula was quick to add the finishing
touches to the look. She chose black leather shoes with moderate heels, gold
jewellery, including dangling clip-on earrings, and a shoulder length wig of
straight brown hair.
   Then it was just the finishing touches. She took her time applying
make-up. She seemed to be a perfectionist. Twice, she wiped his face clean
entirely and began her efforts again. Martin sat as still as he could, his
heart now pounding furiously. Time was ticking down. Soon, he would be
expected to complete his act as Berkeley's girlfriend.
   " That about does it. Quite a change, if I do say so myself. " Paula
directed Martin's eyes towards the mirror, and despite himself, he drank in
the changes.
   Would he pass for a woman ? The answer surprised him. A definite maybe.
It would be hard for him to judge, but a fresh set of eyes would probably
never think that he was a guy. Berkeley would know, of course, because he
had met Martin before. But then, that wasn't the point for him.
   In any case, the difference was breathtaking.
   So was the feeling. The feel of the pantyhose, the weight of the bra, the
texture of the clothing... they were all new sensations. And why, for god's
sake, was he still turned on ? If he didn't control this soon, Evan Berkeley
might get the idea that this was one of his kinks to begin with.
   " It's getting close to nine o'clock now, " Paula said, as she began to
clean up the clutter in the bathroom. "Why don't you wait in the living
room, and I'll make the rest of the preparations. "
   It was a relief for Martin to finally be away from the pretty young
woman. Perhaps a few minutes alone would give him time to tame his arousal.
He stepped unsteadily on the heels of the little black shoes, and quickly
took a place on the sofa.
   Paula continued to make last minute preparations. She dimmed the lights,
and lit a couple of candles at the little glass table in front of the sofa.
A quick trip to the kitchen produced a bottle of red wine, as well as a
couple of crystal bowls containing strawberries and whipped cream. Just as
she finished setting down these items, Martin could hear someone coming in
through the conference room.
   " My, my, Pauline... you've done a wonderful job setting everything up, "
the large man said, as he quickly scanned the room. His eyes rested on
Martin. " Can I assume that my girlfriend has been prepared according to my
instructions ?"
   " Oh, yes sir. And I must say, it seems that she's quite excited about
this evening. "
   " Good. I like my dates to be eager. "
   Martin stood awkwardly to greet the large man. Evan Berkeley stood nearly
a foot taller than his date for the evening. He was known as an intimidating
man, and given his current state of dress, Martin couldn't have felt more
humbled in his presence.
   " Oh, please, sit down my dear. I'll be over in a moment. "
   Paula made no move to leave the room. As much as he had already
humiliated himself in front of the girl, Martin was eager to have her leave.
The idea of actually acting the part of Berkeley's girlfriend in front of
the cute personal assistant was more than he could bear.
   Just one night, he reminded himself. Then he could forget the whole
thing.
   Evan dropped his briefcase to the floor, which Paula dutifully put away.
He then pulled of his suit jacket, and Paula took it from him.
   Finally, he came in for a closer look at his date.
   " An extraordinary change, " he said, with a wide smile. " It always
amuses me, the things that people will do for money. Take Pauline, for
example. A conservative girl, straight from a Christian college. For the
promise of money and success, she's set aside her moral problems, and helps
me to do the most perverted things. Why, right now, if I'm not mistaken, she
is wearing no panties or bra... and she has spent the last two hours
preparing my girlfriend to be fucked. Quite a stretch for a girl with such
high moral values, wouldn't you say ?"
   The girl was nearby, and her face was flushed red. He was taunting her.
Martin wasn't sure if he was supposed to respond. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Berkeley raised his fingers to Martin's lips.
   " Quiet, girl. When I have use for your mouth, I'll let you know. In the
meantime," he snapped his fingers, "pour us some wine, Pauline. "
   The personal assistant poured two glasses of red wine, and set them on
the glass table. Evan Berkeley took one, and prompted his date to take the
other. He raised his glass in a toast.
   " To the things people do for money..."
   A crystal ring, and then a sip of the strong flavoured wine.
   At first, Martin tried to sip the wine, but Evan brought his hand up, and
helped the younger man to tip the glass back.
   " Swallow for me now. I wouldn't want to ruin your make-up. "
   Martin gulped down the wine, and no sooner did he set the glass down than
Paula refilled it.
   " Very considerate, isn't she ? You don't mind her being here, do you ?"
He watched his date's eyes for reaction, but didn't wait for a spoken
answer. " Of course you don't. By this time, she has seen all of your
secrets anyhow. "
   Evan turned his attention to the strawberries. He took the first taste,
savouring the sweet fruit. Then he dipped a second one, and raised it for
his girlfriend.
   " Now, you may open you lips, girl. "
   Such a sensual act felt intensely wrong to do with another man. Martin
allowed himself to eat from the hand of his soon-to-be lover, all the while
cursing the man for allowing Paula to stay in the room. It was hard for him
to control his arousal with the girl around. The situation was simply too
charged with sexuality for him to ignore.
   Evan fed his date another of the cream dipped strawberries. As the
younger man swallowed down the dessert, Berkeley reached to the cream bowl
again. This time, he dipped no fruit, but one of his large fingers into the
bowl. He raised his hand again, and his girlfriend obediently took the
finger in between his painted lips.
   " Mmm... I can think of a better use for those lips. "
   The large man leaned back now, and unbuckled his belt. The message was
clear. It was time for Martin to please his new client.
   The shame of it really hit Martin, as he dropped to his knees in the
hotel suite. He knew that Paula was watching as he positioned himself
between her boss's legs. The reality of this was impossible to avoid. Not
only was he dressed as a girl, but now he would be a cock sucker for this
man.
   Evan pulled is pants to his ankles, bringing his large cock into view.
The man was fully erect, and he stroked himself in preparation of his
girlfriend's lips.
   There was very little delay. Everyone knew what Martin was here for. He
began to lick the underside of Evan's prick. The large man groaned his
approval. The size of the tool made it difficult to fully engulf, but soon,
Martin was sinking the head of it into his mouth, and using his hand to
stroke the saliva covered organ.
   " Oh yes, this is nice. Sometimes, my little bitches are reluctant. Like
you were, I suppose. Eventually, though, they all end up doing what I ask.
Isn't that right, slut ? Every bitch I ask for ends up crawling to me on her
knees, just the way you are now. "
   Martin could feel the shame washing though him. It was almost too much.
This is exactly what Evan Berkeley wanted from the start. He reminded
himself of Paula's words. The man liked to 'control and humiliate' his
sexual partners. Now the girl was watching it happen to just another
'bitch'. The young man's cock twitched again. His arousal only compounded
the shame.
   " Ungh... I think that will be enough..." Evan pulled his cock free.
Martin was half disappointed. He had hoped for a quick end to this.
   " Put on some music, Pauline. I think my girlfriend wants to dance. "
   Berkeley pulled up his pants again, and took his date's hand. They stood
together in an open area of the floor, while Paula put on a slow jazz song.
   Now in the arms of the large man, it wasn't hard for Martin to imagine
that he was actually a girl. He caught his image reflected on the inside of
the windows. He seemed so small and feminine in the arms of such a large
dance partner.
   Evan's hands roamed as they danced. He traced the lines of Paula's
panties through the thin material of his dance partner's skirt. His big
hands cupped the smooth curves of his date's ass as their bodies swayed
gently to the rhythm of the music. The tight nylon of Martin's pantyhose
brushed against the tick material of the older man's suit pants.
   Then their lips met.
   It was more than an awkward moment for Martin. Even when he had
anticipated his time with Berkeley, he had never envisioned any kissing
going on. In a strange way, this contact was more disturbing than any sex
act he had imagined. It was too personal.
   While they kissed, first slowly, and then with more passion, one of
Evan's hand went to his date's crotch, and stroked the bulge in the front of
the younger man's panties. His other hand continued to explore the firm
flesh of Martin's ass.
   Despite the barrage of sensations, Martin's mind was drawn back to his
reasons for doing this. It was for Judy. He wanted, no... needed for her to
succeed. He wanted her for himself. And he wondered, would she still respect
him at all if she could see him now, dressed like a girl, and held in the
big arms of Evan Berkeley.
   " Are you horny now, bitch ? Do you want to be fucked ? " Evan taunted.
As was his habit, he answered the question himself. " Of course you do. I
can feel how hot you are for me. Let's go to my room. "
   The next move surprised Martin. With little effort, the large man lifted
his girlfriend into his arms and toward the door to his room. Paula followed
a few steps behind.
   Once in the large room, Evan dropped his date onto the bed.
   " You just watch, Paula. I'll show you how a real man fucks his bitch. "
   Martin began to roll over onto his stomach to present his ass to
Berkeley.
   " Not that way, slut. Stay on your back, and spread your legs for me. "
   The large man was undressing himself. Martin's eyes went back and forth
between the wealthy man and his personal assistant as he lay back on the bed
and spread his legs as commanded.
   " Good girl. Take off your panties for me. "
   Martin raised his ass off of the bed, and pulled the panties down to his
knees. Evan watched with some slight amusement at the entrepreneur's
butt-plug was exposed. Once the panties were off, the large man took them,
and tossed them towards his young assistant.
   " You can put those back on now Pauline. "
   He laughed to himself as he positioned himself on the bed between his
girlfriend's nylon covered legs. His big cock swayed from side to side as he
reached forward and groped the fake breasts that Pauline had taken so much
trouble to put in place.
   " Open your blouse, bitch. I want to see your tits. "
   With trembling hands, Martin began to unbutton the pink blouse. In the
meantime, Evan reached down, and took hold of the end of the butt-plug. With
a single cruel twist, he popped it free, leaving his date's ass gaping open
for him.
   The skirt was around Martin's waist now, leaving a narrow band of pale
flesh visible before his legs were covered in the pantyhose. His feet
dangled in the air, with the little black shoes still on. Evan fondled the
fake breasts of his girlfriend as he positioned his big cock to enter. The
head of his tool was moist with pre-cum, and rubbed against Martin's
lubricated hole.
   " Are you gonna squeal like a girl while I fuck you ? Huh, slut ? I want
to hear how much you love it. "
   The first squeal came almost immediately, as he pushed his big cock in.
It was a squeal of surprise and discomfort as Martin felt his tight ass
stretch to accommodate the larger man. Berkeley was relentless. Martin
wrapped his legs around the large man, and raised his ass off of the bed to
try to find a more comfortable angle of penetration.
   " That's it, bitch. Wrap those cute little legs around me. I can feel how
much you want it."
   To prove his point, Evan reached down and grabbed hold of Martin's erect
cock. The younger man was no match for Evan in size, but he was rock hard.
The combined sexual humiliations of the evening made it impossible for
Martin to control himself.
   Like any other bitch who ended up in Evan Berkeley's bed, he surrendered
himself completely to the obscene feelings. Even as the pressure in his
tight opening increased, he could hear himself moaning in response to
Berkeley's touch.
   When the large man was finally buried deeply into his ass, the fucking
truly began. Just as the large man had predicted, Martin squealed with every
stroke. The intense feelings of the large penis filled him completely.
   He looked at himself now, blouse open, and breasts bouncing with each
thrust. His skirt was pulled up, revealing his hairless crotch. His nylon
covered legs were wrapped around Evan Berkeley, who was fucking him with an
amused sneer on his face.
   God, let him be done soon, Martin begged. He wanted nothing more than to
leave this place, and leave behind all memory of this wretched evening.
   His body, on the other hand, was responding shamefully to being fucked
for the first time by a man. Evan continued to stroke his little cock with
his big fist, bringing Martin dangerously close to orgasm. That would be the
final degradation. He fought in vain to keep the feelings under control.
   Berkeley grunted in unison to his girlfriend's squeals.
   " That's right, " he said between breaths. " I know you're enjoying this.
Do you like that Pauline is watching you get fucked ? She sees what a sissy
you are. You know it too. That's why you're going to take my cum, bitch. I'm
going to cum deep in your smooth little ass. "
   The tempo increased. Every thrust pounded into Martin's ass just a little
bit further.
   " Say you want it, bitch. "
   It wasn't a question, it was a command.
   " Yes, I want it. "
   Yes, anything to have this over with.
   " Beg for it, slut. "
   Martin tried his best to sound like the desperate slut that Berkeley
wanted him to be.
   " Oh, please... please... cum in my ass... make me your bitch... I want
it so bad..."
   The words hung in the air as orgasm hit. Not Berkeley first, but Martin.
His hairless little cock erupted as Berkeley laughed out loud. As his balls
emptied themselves, his ass tightened rhythmically around the cock of the
larger man.
   With a final groan, Evan was over the edge too.
   Martin could only look up at the twisted face of the large man as he
emptied his cum into Martin's tight ass. The fluid felt warm and soothing
against the stretched walls of Martin's ass. Again and again, the large man
groaned as his body convulsed.
   Breathlessly, he looked down on his conquest. His expression was
unmistakable. It was gloating.
   Berkeley patted the younger man's ass as he pulled himself out.
   " You've got the contract, whore, " he said. That's exactly what Martin
felt like right now. A used whore. Berkeley called over to his assistant as
he reclined on the bed. " You can make sure that our guest finds her way
out. "
   Paula led Martin back into the bathroom. The warm cum began to ooze out
of his battered ass while he walked. There's no kind of small talk that you
can make with someone who just watched you become a complete whore, Martin
thought to himself. He couldn't even meet the young woman's eyes.
   She left him there in the bathroom. Martin changed his clothes as quickly
as he could, and then found his own way out.

    Monday was supposed to be a good day. It would be the day that his
sacrifice paid off. Martin had spent the entire weekend trying to force his
mind to let go of the images of the things he did for Evan Berkeley. He
tried to forget the shameful way his body had reacted to the unwanted
advances. He tried to look forward to the inevitable celebration that would
follow the receipt of the contract. Nonetheless, his body and soul still
reminded him of the cost, and as he watched Judy opening a courier envelope
from Berkeley's office, the taste of shame lingered on his tongue..
   " Oh, my god... " Judy lifted her dark eyes from the page briefly, " we
got the contract. The bastard gave us the contract. "
   She was stunned. She read the letter a second time to make sure it hadn't
changed in the meantime. Suddenly, there was hope in her face. Joy.
   Yes, this is what he had wanted.
   He could take some pleasure in this. The staff too was shocked by how
quickly the fortunes of the small marketing firm had changed. The news was
so exciting that the staff hugged and cheered in triumph. Martin hugged each
of the girls in turn, enjoying the moment, but he didn't feel truly happy
until he was in Judy's arms.
   She was shaking.
   He held her tightly, and, in that moment, all thoughts of Evan Berkeley
were banished. This is exactly where he wanted to be, forever if he could.
   " We're really going to make it, " Judy whispered into his ear. " I can't
believe it. "
   The moment was finally broken by a visit from another courier.
   It was a flower delivery, actually. Martin wondered who the bouquet was
for. First, one sick feeling hit him in the gut, as he wondered if Evan
Berkeley had sent them as yet another reminder of their time together. But
when the delivery driver spoke, he was hit with an altogether different kind
of blow.
   " Is there a Judy Sinclair here ?"
   Then she escaped Martin's arms.
   " Who are they from ?" one of the girls asked excitedly.
   Judy opened the card.
   " Oh, they're just from Trevor. "
   She didn't get off the hook that easily. The girls demanded to know who
Trevor was. Judy blushed a little.
   " He's just a guy we used to work with a Pearson. I had drinks with on
Friday. Really, it's nothing serious."
   Martin tried to conceal his feelings. He had worked with Trevor on
several occasions, and certainly didn't want him as competition. Not only
was he bright, but he was also a bit of an athlete. He was always bragging
about his college hockey career. If you were to believe his stories, he
would have made it as a professional if it weren't for that knee injury.
   There was still hope, of course. She had said that it was nothing
serious. Maybe Martin didn't believe that entirely, but it was still hope.
And hope had brought him this far, hadn't it ?

   The rest of the week, the atmosphere in the office was electric. They had
gone from near dormancy to a manic pace in the course of days. Martin and
Judy ate lunch together nearly every day, and work kept them late as well.
With all of the new business on their hands, Martin could be sure of one
thing, Judy wasn't going to be seeing much of Trevor these days.
   Surprisingly to Martin, Judy didn't seem to suspect anything about what
he had done with Berkeley to get the contract. Perhaps with everything that
was happening, she just hadn't stopped to think about it much. Martin was
more than pleased about it. Every day, he thought less about it.
   Then Friday came. Martin came in a bit late after running some errands,
and found Judy in a very different mood.
   " Would you close the door ? " she asked him, as he entered the small
shared office.
   " Um, okay... is there anything wrong ?"
   Janet paused while he closed the door.
   " I just received another package from Evan Berkeley. "
   Martin's heart sank straight through the floor. He knew what was coming.
   " Did you really... ?"
   The package was on her desk. There was an unopened box, and a note, which
Judy held in her hand.
   " I didn't want you to know, " Martin said, without thinking. " I mean,
it was the only way. I didn't want us to lose the business. "
   " God, Martin, I never would have asked you to do such a thing. You
didn't have to. "
   " Don't worry about me, really. I'm okay with it now. The business is
what's important. Once we get rolling, we won't even need Berkeley any more.
"
   Judy set down the note.
   " Right now, though, " she said, " we really do. God help us, he has us
right where he wants. In this note, Berkeley writes about what you did. I
tried to skip the details, Martin, but..."
   " It's okay. Go on. "
   " He says he wants to send some more business our way. One of his Asian
partners wants to begin an American publicity campaign. It's another huge
account. The problem is, he wants you again. "
   " What ?" Martin couldn't believe his ears. Berkeley couldn't possibly
think that he would go through with another evening.
   Judy cast her eyes downward.
   " You know I wouldn't ask this of you, except..."
   What was she asking ? Martin held his breath.
   " Well, he says that if you don't do this, we'll lose both accounts. I'm
so sorry, Martin. I shouldn't even have told you. I should have ripped up
this horrible letter. But, goddamn it, we're so close. This last week has
been amazing. Please don't think I'm a horrible person..."
   " I could never think that of you. "
   " Then you'll do it ?"
   Martin swallowed hard.
   " Yeah. "

   In the package were further instructions for Martin. He read them alone,
after the other girls went home.
   ' Meeting is set for this coming Thursday. Be prompt at 7:00 for
preparations. Mr. Berkeley and his business associates will be present. In
preparation, you are to wear the enclosed corset every day to help you
achieve a more feminine figure. In addition, please wear your butt-plug each
night after your bath until morning, and apply the smoothing cream before
your morning shower.
Love,
      Paula'
   Everything about this was wrong. Judy had no idea what he was willing to
go through for her sake. Not only would he be Evan girlfriend again, but the
mention of 'business associates' made Martin's skin crawl.
   In the package was the tight corset, butt-plug and the familiar pink
cream. Applying the cream daily seemed a little excessive to Martin. Since
he visited Berkeley's suite a week before, his hair had hardly begun to grow
back, and seemed to grow in lighter than before.
   Nonetheless, he began followed the instructions. At least he didn't have
the humiliation of doing it in front of Paula this time. And when he got
horny from the butt-plug, at least he could jerk himself off.
   He tried not to think about how much it all aroused him, to be doing this
for Judy. Each day, he grew closer to her at work, and at night, he went to
bed naked, except for the corset and butt-plug, and dreamed about her. When
this was all over, he hoped that she would be in his arms again.
   At work, he wore an extra undershirt to conceal the tightly fitting
corset. The restrictive garment limited him to light meals, as it stopped
his stomach from stretching to accommodate more.
   On the bright side, Martin could see that Judy was benefiting from
sacrifice. Now that the money was rolling in from the Berkeley account, she
radiated success. This was what she had always wanted. She often talked
about the kind of money they would be making after the new Asian account
came in. She even had plans for hiring another couple of employees.
   And no sign of her seeing Trevor either.
   If it weren't for the impending Thursday night session, Martin would be
as excited with the new plans as she was. All he could do was wait.

   " Good to see you again, " said Paula, with some amusement in her eyes.
"We had better get you ready for our guests. "
   She led him directly to the bathroom, and waited for him to remove his
clothing.
   As much as the last time, Martin just wanted to get this over with. He
hoped, against his instincts, that Berkeley would soon tire of him, and move
on to other conquests. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing the tight
corset underneath.
   " Oh, my... that looks pretty on you. Your skin is quite smooth, and it
looks like you may have lost some weight too. Wonderful. Mr. Berkeley will
be pleased. "
   The same humiliating preparation as had taken place on the previous
occasion went much more quickly this time. He took each humiliation position
as Paula cleaned him, and chose another set of clothing for the evening.
This time, it was a light summer dress, and the breast inserts were larger.
The feeling of the cotton dress against his smooth skin was light and airy.
   This time, when he looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself.
   " Okay, wait in the other room, dear. " Paula said, patting Martin on the
behind.
   It was a little over a half hour before Berkeley arrived with his guests.
They were loud coming in, and Martin got the impression that they had been
drinking. He stood to greet them as they came in through the conference
room.
   " Ah, here's the lovely girl I told you guys about, " Evan said loudly.
   The two other men were Asians, and it struck Martin immediately that
these might be the new ad clients from Korea. Berkeley's guests laughed.
   " You say this one is a boy... "
   " Yes, but she likes to be treated like a girl. Either of you guys want
to try her out ?"
   They nodded in unison.

   Martin was too sore to work on Friday. The two Korean men had been so
amused to have a 'white boy' dressed up like a girl for them, that they had
each taken multiple turns using his ass and mouth. If Martin had ever been
unfamiliar with the idea of pleasing a man, it was certainly no longer the
case.
   Judy understood. They were busy at the office nailing down all of the
terms of the new contract.
   As he spoke to her, he thought he could hear one of the Koreans talking
in the background. Yes, this was definitely one meeting that he wanted to
miss.
   By Monday, he was anxious to be back at work with Judy. He had been
thinking about her all weekend.
   Everything was so hectic around the office, that he didn't get much of a
chance to speak to Judy. A new employee now manned the front desk.
   Wait a second, thought Martin. Aren't we supposed to make all of the
hiring decisions together ? Granted, things were happening quickly, but he
was a partner here. Still, Judy seemed in her element now. He was glad to
see her so happy.
   A fresh bouquet was on her desk. From Trevor.
   " Still nothing serious, " he overheard Judy explaining to one of the
girls. " We just don't have much time to see each other. "
   Martin was glad of that. It was the way he intended to keep things.
   Once home, Judy was all he could think about. For some reason, he had to
fight the temptation to wear the butt-plug again at night. There was just
something about the act of laying in bed, naked and hairless, and with a
large plug in his ass, that made him feel like he was serving Judy's wishes.
   The next day, they had lunch together, but it was all business. Judy was
so confident and assertive these days, it was really quite a marvel how she
had changed. No longer was she the 'eye candy' at Pearson Marketing. She was
her own boss.
   As they finished with office business, Judy closed up her briefcase.
   " Oh, there's one more thing, Martin..."
   " Yeah. "
   " It looks like Berkeley wants you again this weekend. " Her tone was
almost matter-of-fact about it. "Don't worry... I'm pretty sure that this is
the very last time. "
   Martin was stunned by the casual way that she brought it up. Had she and
Evan Berkeley been talking?
   " I'm not sure I want to..."
   " Look, Martin, you didn't bring us this far just to let us fail, did you
? It's only one more time. You've already done it twice, so you couldn't be
all that opposed to it. Just do it for me this one last time, and I promise
I'll make it up to you. "
   The way she was looking at him made Martin blush. Did she know the kind
of influence she had over him?
   " Okay. I'll do it once more. "

   There were other disconcerting changes in Judy's attitude. With her new
confidence, the staff seemed to defer all of the important decisions to her
desk, and she often seemed reluctant to involve Martin in the conversations.
   Once more that week, she received flowers from Trevor, but this time, she
made no disclaimer about their relationship.
   Martin's mind raced. Even if Judy had been sharing the partnership
decisions with him, he wasn't sure he could keep his mind on business. All
he could think about was a way to have Judy for himself.
   He watched her while she worked. She was so beautiful and dynamic. Like a
force of nature.
   Right now, she needed him. He was her partner, and his dates with
Berkeley were what was making their success possible. It wasn't much, but it
was the only thin he could give her. That was what he was clinging to. There
was just a shred of hope, ever so small, that he could hold onto her. Maybe
after this weekend, when Berkeley was done with him, he could rebuild his
respect in her eyes.
   Each night he returned home, and took his bubble bath. He hadn't received
any instructions, but he knew that Berkeley would want him this way. His
skin was soft and feminine now, with not a hair to be found. He had lost
more weight too. Even the butt-plug fit easily into place.
   Yes, he felt every bit the sissy.
   For Judy, he reminded himself, as he slid his bare flesh under the
covers, and began to jerk himself off for the first time of the night.

   Paula brought Martin into the bathroom again, and waited as he shed his
male clothing.
   " Oh, this is very nice, " said the young blonde, running her hands along
the soft skin of Martin's ass cheeks, and tugging gently on the end of his
butt-plug. He had worn it the whole day today. " I'm sure our guests will be
pleased. "
   Guests ?
   God, Martin thought to himself, please don't let it be the Koreans again.
The two men had taunted him mercilessly as they fucked him from both ends.
   Paula did her usual job of bathing and dressing him like a girl. Tonight
it was a tight black evening dress, over lacy black panties. As much as he
tried, Martin couldn't control his arousal. He couldn't deny that the
feminine transformation now seemed to trigger a state of sexual
anticipation.
   He waited again for Berkeley. The large man came in with an apology.
   " I'm afraid our guests will be a few minutes late, my dear. That will
give us a little time to get started. "
   Berkeley unbuttoned his pants, sat on the edge of the sofa.
   Dutifully, Martin dropped to his knees. The size of Evan Berkeley's cock
was still a little difficult to handle, but Martin tried his best to slide
it into his throat.
   " I knew you'd be a good slut, right from the start. I even told Paula,
before you called, that you would be a good little whore. Didn't I, Paula ?"
   " Yes sir, " the young woman answered from not far away. As always, she
was around to attend to any of Berkeley's whims.
   " I want to hear how much you like it. Groan for me while you suck,
bitch. Show some enthusiasm. "
   Martin began to make the kinds of sounds that Berkeley wanted to hear.
   " Mmmm... mmfff...nnnng..." he groaned against the shaft of the large
man's cock, while bobbing his head hungrily along its length.
   Berkeley was taking his time tonight. He forced his girlfriend to slow
down a couple of times, to prevent him from cumming before he wanted. All
the while, Martin continued to make the slutty sounds and slurp at the cock
like candy. In only a few minutes, his jaws ached from the effort.
   Paula answered a knock on the front door, and brought the guests in.
Berkeley made no move to get up, and just smiled at Martin as the new
arrivals were led into the room.
   " My god, I would never have believed it, " Martin's blood ran cold. The
voice definitely belonged to Trevor, his rival for Judy's affection. While
continuing his sucking, he twisted his neck to see who else had come in.
   Then he saw her.
   It was Judy, watching him with the greatest of amusement in her eyes.
   " Didn't I tell you, hon ? " she said to Trevor, " Martin is quite the
girl now. Look at the way he sucks. "
   Martin wanted to scream. Yes, he was being a girl. But didn't she know
that it was all for her ? That he would do anything for her.
   All of the feelings of the last few weeks were coming to a head. Shame.
Regret. Jealousy. Corruption. Arousal. More arousal than he had ever known.
   He had no idea how it could possibly turn him on to be seen like this by
her.
   " Keep sucking, slut, " Berkeley growled, and Martin continued without
even thinking. What he really needed was a calm moment to think. Everything
was out of control.
   Judy and her new boyfriend stood by, watching as the older man grunted in
pleasure. The long oral session was finally coming to a conclusion.
   Evan held him by the back of the head now, forcing his big cock ever
deeper into Martin's throat.
   " That's it whore, suck it all out of me. I'm giving you my cum now. "
   Martin sputtered and choked as the thick semen filled the back of his
throat. He could hear Trevor laughing in the background, as he watched his
former colleague be used as a whore.
   Finally, Berkeley let go of Martin's wig, and allowed the young man to
lick up the cum that had leaked out the corners of his mouth.
   " Oh, man, that was hot, " said Judy. " It's making me wet again. "
   " Why don't you try her out, " Berkeley suggested. " I'm sure she
wouldn't mind. "
   Martin looked up hopefully. Despite the utter humiliation of his
position, there was nothing he wanted more than to be with Judy. To touch
her. To serve her.
   That would be worth any cost.
   " I'm not sure, " said Judy, smiling. " Maybe she only likes guys. "
   Berkeley looked down at his girlfriend. " Go ahead girl, crawl over and
show Judy how much you want to serve her. "
   On his hands and knees, Martin began to crawl. Yes, this is what he
wanted. More than anything, he wanted to be with Judy. His ass was presented
lewdly beneath the tight evening dress as he crawled toward her feet. Once
there, he lowered his face in submission, and began to kiss the toes of her
shoes.
   " Oh my, with an invitation like that, how could I refuse."
   Judy began to work her skirt up her hips, revealing that she was wearing
no panties. Paula brought over a chair for Martin's partner to sit on. She
sat at the edge of the chair, and spread her legs slightly.
   Martin savoured every glimpse. He drank in the details of her dark pubic
hair, and the pale beauty of her shapely legs. He could smell her perfume as
he crawled forward, and placed his head between her legs. His face was only
inches away now from her pussy, and his body shook with anticipation.
   Judy spread her legs a little more, and let him take his first taste.
   It wasn't what he had expected. Her swollen pussy lips were more than wet
with lust. They were coated with the cum of another man.
   " I hope you don't mind... Trevor and I had some fun on the way over, in
the back of Evan's limo."
   The irony of it burned through him. While he had been sacrificing
everything to make Judy a success, she had been in the arms of another man,
and now, he was licking his fresh cum from her pussy.
   He couldn't stop himself. He wanted her so badly. Even the bitter taste
of Trevor's cum couldn't dampen his hunger for her. He face burned red with
shame.
   From behind, he could feel someone pulling up the edge of his dress.
   " I hope you don't mind, honey, but I'm ready to go again. "
   Judy was enjoying her own sensations as Martin explored her sloppy pussy.
   " Go right ahead, Trevor. That's what she's here for. "
   Martin could feel his dress bunched up around his waist, and the black
panties being pulled from the smooth flesh of his ass. The butt-plug slid
out with ease. Trevor was kneeling behind him, ready to take some pleasure
from his ass.
   " Mmmm.... Martin, you're so good at that, " Judy cooed. "  I'm going to
give you lots of practice, once you move in with me. "
   That sounded nice. Anything to be close to Judy. Her pussy felt so good
against his face.
   " You see, Mr. Berkeley has offered to extend our contract indefinitely,
as long as I keep you as a girl. He'll come by for visits now and then, to
see how we're doing. In the meantime, he's providing all of the hormones
that we'll need to give you some nice little titties and other girlish
curves. You don't mind that, do you ?"
   Martin didn't want to think about it. All of his attention was centred on
her quivering pussy. More of Trevor's cum leaked into his mouth, but he
didn't care. Even the intrusion of his rival's cock from behind didn't
bother him so much. Judy was close to cumming. So very close.
   " Of course, you won't be much use around the office, " she continued. "
I think I'll have to give Trevor your position. You can just stay home, and
be pretty, my dear. And of course, you can always help us to entertain. "
   Her words floated off of him. Only one thing mattered, and it came to him
now. Judy bucked her hips, and filled him mouth a mixture of juices. The
orgasm extended itself into Martin's own body, and he was lost in it.