They fucked me up real good—I was bruised and swollen for weeks. Dustin flashes a glare at me and responds “No Matthew, Im fuckin serious. I need ...omebody to fuck me up” like a heroin addict having withdrawals. I could see it in him actually---it's been building for years. Like a d**g, the rough sex wasn't getting it anymore. He needed unplanned, unprovoked v io l e n c e. Someone to give it the way he wanted, and didn't care. No limits, no safe words, and no way out. It was what we used to. His tiny waist madehis exercise routines both easier and more difficult. He felt morelimber, but he also felt weaker.Soon Kyle was given a new choice to make. Breasts or facial femization?Kyle choose the breasts. The pain was intense at first, and his titswere huge. But the thug made Kyle play with them and massage themmultiple times every day. The pain faded. They started to soften up.And Kyle felt them bounce and sway when he walked. Bounced and swayedas he was being fucked bent over. . To propel upwards with my hand on her buttocks, I dared her ass repasarle freely, and as gown brought in a few seconds my hands were given a feast with her ass and her pussy. Claim me try again, but the situation had already heated to the point of no return, perhaps partly because of the drunkenness of her. A few steps from her husband, my worst enemy was practically across the window, the maximum risk that we could see just flip, I was stroking and fondling shamelessly, and she, far from help,. ”“Thanks Doc,” Matt said. Turning to Judy he said, “Mooky’s Bar and Grill is just around the corner from that alley. Maybe we should do a more in-depth canvass of that dive and see if we can shake something out of the trees.”It was just after 3 PM when the detectives entered Mooky’s. The bar was dark and they had to wait a minute before their eyes adjusted from the bright sunshine outside. Behind the bar was Mooky, the owner. He watched them walk toward him like he wanted to run out the back..