For the rest of my life, I will perhaps be a woman who sometimes looksand acts like a man, but that is an acceptable tradeoff. Their spellscannot bite...in, because they are shaped to drill their way into a boy,hollow him out and own him; their bits will break before they canpenetrate this girl. When they seek to find and own this girl who hashis heart, they will fail even if they find her, for she will befundamentally the boy they seek to control through her, so theirinfluences will be all. If we have a girl, we should name her Jeanette," I said.Then he thought about that for a minute."Why? Not that I hate it, but just wondering why?" John asked."Well honestly, I met her in high school, and if I never met her, it's very possible and likely that we would have never met, so this bun would have never made into my oven. That's why Jeanette, but if one Jeanette is enough for this house, just tell me," I replied.Then he thought about that some more. I think he liked the idea judging. Finally, the effect of sucking Veronica's cock, and being hammered by both Persia and Barocca's cock was too much for Jeanne. Without using her hands, without any conscious control or effort of her own, Jeanne felt her own cock coming to life. Faster than Jeanne would have thought possible, her own cock was quickly at its full length of two feet. Because it had been a considerable length of time since she had last shot off, and also because her body had been assaulted so much, Jeanne's prick. She started screaming again, in vain, just like last time. As she was screaming, the hands pushed the mask and the phallus reached her mouth and slid inside, before she could have the chance to seal her lips. It moved down her throat, then further down, until the mask was pressed on her tender flesh, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, and lastly over her eyelids, cutting all light from her. It also covered her ears completely, which only increased the bound girl's panic. This simple.