I moaned softly when I felt his thumb wiggle about and tease the underside of my clitoris. He began slow rhythmic pumping again, while continuing his ...humb caresses, making my vagina slurp loudly. When my husband simultaneously shoved his entire thumb and its knuckle deep into me as well as his penis, I felt stretched taut as a guitar string. I felt so wicked and depraved, hearing my pussy squawking so obscenely. With my fingertip, I feverishly rubbed my poor swollen clitoris, knowing that. I've turned you into my fucktoy, my set of holes to use as I please, and that makes you want to touch yourself?" He makes fun of me and continues, "you were born for this, mommy. You were never meant to be the dominant one. You want to be used, you want to be degraded, you want to serve. Don't worry, mommy, I'm here to use and degrade you, and for you to serve and worship. You'll call me Master from now on," he says and pulls his cock out for a moment. "Yes Master," I manage to say before he. As a prank the beginning of our final semester before receiving our BSN's and pins, I was dared by them and other classmates to attend classes as a female student. It was the best kept secret of the Senior Class. (At the time we had only four male students and I was one of them. Three were in the "closet" gay and one TS. God what a combination!) I was caught during the Final week of the Semester.I had always used my initials in registering for classes and the student roster did not reflect our. You know that don’t you?”I shook my head slowly. “You are,” she insisted, her eyes on mine. She touched a finger to my cheek, trailing it up over my nose to my other cheek, and then down to my lips. I held my breath. She fingered my hair, rubbing it, taking a piece of it and touching it to my cheek, tickling, smiling. “What would you say...” she hesitated. I waited, barely breathing, unsure, uncomfortable and yet transfixed. “If I told you that I was very... very... attracted to you.”I.