” They continue to follow Brad and see him headed back their direction towards his house. They let him past and continue down the road and then once...he is out of sight, they make a U-turn and head back. As they start to pass the old road to the pond, Margaret whips in and stops the car just a little ways down the road. They get out and walk up an overgrown path, and see just beyond a few trees and over a fence sits the pond. “Look, the old tire swing is still there and the dock,” Margaret says.. His hands wrapped around my head. Pushing it in deeper. I can feel my pussy already soaked, throbbing. Then I suck him fast and firm. He tasted so good. Stroking him, sucking him, licking and kissing him. His big round balls screaming at me to suck them and massage them. He moaned as I snake my tongue across his sack and up the length of his shaft. His cock throbbing, I sucked him furiously and let him squirt his load down my throat. I swallow every drop of his hot cum, as he pulled me to my. However, there was television and funnybooks, and Miss Martin was staying with him again while Mom went out shopping. This time, he stayed close to her, and let her chatter away at him about permanents and curls and how hair got to be pretty. Most of all, she talked to him about Little Lulu, and how nice it would be for him to turn into a nice, pretty child like her. Mom returned with a lot of big packages and fixed supper. Then he discovered something unexpected: Little Lulu had good. .?In criminal cases the uses of Z-chambers were much more ... extreme. I'd seen others sentenced to one year of extreme feminization as a bimbo-dolls, but had never expected to be one myself. They televised those transformations. Just like this. As a deterrent. As a humiliation. As entertainment. Most of those small curvy bimbo-dolls were technically still male. Tiny, big breasted submissive men with minuscule cocks and shrivelled balls. All but emasculated. No longer anything remotely male..