I would lay low for a couple of days. It would be an agonizing wait but necessary. If Omar knew Kat called Marissa on my behalf he would be suspicious... By not acting it would hopefully seem like I lost interest or gave up. And with my ribs bruised…well it may be better to rest a bit. The next day I was up early as per usual. It was the 23rd of July, Kaysan’s third birthday. I would not be able to find Marissa today even if I had been searching. But taking today and tomorrow off meant resuming. After a few weeks Lorraine asked me over to hers for some extra practice. I jumped at the chance and so one Saturday night I turned up at her flat. We talked over a couple of glasses of wine. And then: "So how about our dance practice?" She put some music on and took my hand. We moved awkwardly at first. "Move your hand lower down my back," she said as she pushed into me. My two left feet took over and as we attempted some step or other, we fell and I found myself sprawled on Lorraine's living. Her sexy face was in throes of pleasure.She held my dick and placed it in front of her wet pussy, I pushed it slowly her pussy was really tight, at first only half of my dick went in, and then I shoved the rest of it. She squealed “Oh No!” I placed both her legs over my shoulders and caught hold of her silk smooth thighs. And then I started shoving my dick in and out of her pussy. Slamming and banging her in frenzy. The feel of her tight pussy engulfing my erect cock was simply delightful. I. Do the slightest thing to her displeasure and she would explode into fury. My sissy ass would have a thin but sturdy chain clipped to the lock on my clit cage. Which she would then attach to one of the many well placed hooks in ceiling all around the house. She would pull until I was on my tippy toes before she set the hook. As if the pain of my genitals being stretched further than I'd have thought possible wouldn't hurt enough, a plug bigger than my cum hole would go in every time. My 5in.