Each thrust of his hips brought a new excited whimper from her full, pouted lips. John could feel her walls tightening around his fleshy pole with eac... whimper he forced from her mouth. You gonna come you fucking slut? Huh? he spat at her as he pinned her to the desk by her wrists. His thrusts became faster as her cunt began to tighten its vice-like grip, urging him to erupt with his cumbegging his body to release his cum-filled balls with just the tunnel of her slippery cunt. Is this what you. She continued to bat her eyelashes at me and smiled sexily as I wrote on her for the first time. And here I thought she’d be angry with me and tell me I had gone too far!“Once you tie me up and stick the dildo in my mouth, will you take a picture and send it to my phone, Master?” she pleaded submissively. She explained that she wanted to be able to look at herself later, helplessly bound and displayed so she could relive the experience.“Ah, living the dream huh, Slut?” I asked, not expecting a. Chris was a pleasant twenty-two year old. Anyone who looked at him would think he was a normal boy checking out girls. What he was looking at was the clothes they had on. Clothes he wish he could have on. His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the early evening he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt he could wear. He always knew he was different. When he was. But there wasn’t all that much time. These guys were going home on Sunday.“Look, I’m just starting breakfast. How about I come over to your place in an hour?”“I know where you live. Why don’t I come there?”“Okay.” And, a little after 10:15, the bell rang. It was Molly, dressed in jeans and tennies like hers. She was wearing a good top while Marilyn was wearing a tee, but she wasn’t going to change. She checked that she had her keys and $2 and left with Molly.“Let’s head towards the lake,” she.