She continued. I’m here to do a job. I have no feelings for you what so ever. I’m hired to give you pain. And you’re here to take it. Get him re...dy Mistress Bitch told the other woman.An inflatable gag was placed in my mouth and was pumped up, just like she did to my wife. As my eyes grew too, I looked over at Mistress Bitch who was revealing her long coat and exposing the fact she was dressed in a shiny, full body, cat suit.I admit I was turned on by what I saw and the fact that my chastity. Funny, I thought he was against my girlishness. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek leaving a little imprint. When Sandy saw me, he was jealous. "How come YOU get to wear makeup Dana?" "Because I'm 13 and you're not. You know my name?" "Of course I know your name silly. And you're getting your figure too. Darn, I wish I'd grow faster." "Oh, you will Sandy. I have a feeling about that."The next week proceeded as today. Nobody called me Danny any more though. I didn't. Please fuck me like a whore slut. Fuck my slut-cunt! Fuck your bitch! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" While talking Leslie removed her jeans and doffed her panties. She turned over and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. "Fuck me. Fuck your slut Momma! Please Adrian!!!" Leslie was almost in tears. Her pussy was like an oven, her labia lips were standing out as far as they could, and there were reams of her girl-cum running down her thighs. Adrian reached over and slapped his mom's ass. "Okay then. I had plans on playing college football at Ohio State but injured my knee, so I went to a local college. I also continued to weight train so I could stay in good shape.When I arrived at my friend’s parents’ house, his mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer and I could tell she had been crying. I gave her a hug and asked her what happened. She gave me a beer and told me the story. While she was telling me the story, I realized she had been drinking for some time, as she was.