After a while of working on me, she got up and left, returning a few moments later with a enormous black rubber cock, it was huge, about the size of m... arm. While I had seen things like this before I had always thought they were purely a novelty for display and not for practical use. She placed the enormous rubber cock in front of my face, and I immediately protested that it would be impossible to put something that large inside me, but she just laughed, saying that's what most girls say when. She teeters on her toes, waving her arms to steady her. Finding her balance, she takes a deep breath and renews her self indulgence by crying some more. Dutifully she keeps asking for more. Each time she asks, I hear the desperate hope of a break in her voice. I keep whipping. Aiming at her inner thigh while standing behind her, I turn the entire region into flaming red pain. Crying, in pain and shame, she continues."27 daddy-y-y. Can I-I-I have another-er-er?" I circle back around while. Things get curiouser and curiouser, as the saying goes. But not for long. With your cell phone, you photograph my corpse in various lewd positions. Legs spread, propped like a trussed turkey, splayed, laid, and displayed, you click away, talking to me as if this were a Playboy photo-shoot. Or maybe Hustler. You leave the room for a moment. When you return from the kitchen with the broom and begin shoving it into my fucked ass, it's clear you have something much darker in mind than Playboy or. I have to laugh at myself when I start to sit down to pee, remember I nolonger have to do this. Standing in front of the commode then, grasping thisbig thing in one hand, I try to figure how to let it go. The muscles I haveto loosen seem to be different than I'm used to but soon enough, the stuffbegins to shoot out from the end of it and I have to laugh aloud at how funnyit feels. And when I'm done and standing over the sink brushing my teeth, theabsence of the weight of my breasts feels.