Running away from home, shed said. No one cares, no one appreciates me. Well he appreciates her. Very much. Shed only been his for a few hours, but he...liked her. He wanted to try ALL of her. He picks up her limp form and carries her to a table. He turns on a light, lies her on her back and ties her limbs under the table. He steps back. Perfect. Her little tits in the air. Her legs spread, bald pussy on show. He walks up to that exquisite cunt and tastes her. He stands and rubs his already. His kiss sent electric shocks through her. He withdrew his fingers and broke the kiss. A smirk played once more on his face as she whimpered at the loss. He stood up, pulling her from the bench and led her over to the trees. He pushed her up against an old Beech tree and covered her with his body. His cock, thick and long, pressed against her belly. He took her lips with his and nibbled along to her jawline, holding her in place with his body, his hands sliding under her skimpy top to her full. It’d been quite a few months since I’d had sex and I craved that full feeling you have when someone’s inside you. However, the little voice in my head kept reminding me of my vow. Valentine’s Day that year fell on a Sunday and we had a brunch date. A few days before I was out shopping trying to find an appropriate gift. All of the Valentine’s themed gifts marketed for couples hinted at a more serious and intimate relationship than we what we had at the time. I liked Dave a lot but I didn’t know. "But don't let the little sissy fool you. Before I gave him one drug, hormones or hypnotics, I had him in panties and a bra full time, and sleeping in nighties. You think you're going to cure him? Change him back into a man's man? That never described him at any point in his life." She dropped her voice so only he could hear her. "And you'll never cure him entirely, because part of him wants to be a cum-sucking whore."Charles' cousin trembled in rage, and Terry could tell that he wanted to.