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"Good, anything else."

"I have thought about getting completely dressed up, with a dress and wig, and I think it would be neat if I had a better build for it, but I am not that dainty."

"So you want to get dressed up, but you don't think you could pass as a real woman."

"Probably, not."

"Maybe, I'll just have you try and give you cocks to suck from guys who don't care. Wait, what am I saying, you did not say that you've thought about sucking a cock, or that you want to have you."

"No Michelle, but..."

"But what?"

"I have."

Exasperated, "You have what?"

"I have thought about sucking your cock."

"Really? Say that again."

"I have thought about sucking your cock and the thought of you making me turns me on."

"Louder slut."

"I have thought about what your cock would feel like and the thought of you making me suck a dick while you looked down at me turns me on."

"I like that, you really could be a slut."

"I am for you."

"I know. Tell me, Steven, what else have you thought about me doing with my cock?"

"Fucking me."

"Well aren't we the brazen one. Fucking you where, Steven?"

"I have thought of you fucking me up the ass with your hard cock, Michelle." Our banter was still almost routine, except I was walking down the middle of the sidewalk heading for a lingerie store during mid-day.

"And does the though of me pushing you on all fours and slide my cock into you get you hard? Knowing it turns me on to take you?"

"Yes."

"Probably hard enough to cum, no?"

"Yes."

"So what would you do for me, for me to allow you to cum. You know that is my decision, don't you?"

"Yes, Michelle."

"Why?"

"Because, you are calling the shots." Silence. "Because my cock is yours..."